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About Frankfurt

So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

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Oh gosh, and then there’s the quirky neighborhood of Neuerdorf – a mishmash of vintage vibes and modern blush. I swear, every corner holds a tale; one time, I even had a heated debate with a local artist about love, loss, and the human body. He said, “We’re all just performers on a stage of shadows!” And dang, that stuck with me.

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