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About Frankfurt

Hmmm, a prostitute, you say? Dark, the path is, like shadows in *City of God*. “Run, you must,” I’d tell her, streets wild like Rocket’s hood. Saw one once, yeah, legs long, eyes sharp—damn, a survivor, she was! Hustlin’ hard, credits rollin’ in, but soul? Lost, it gets. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I mutter—half these fools don’t get it.