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About Frankfurt

Alright, mate, listen up—James Bond here, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, me—just layin’ it out raw. Picture this: a dame workin’ the streets, gutsy as Carlos slingin’ bombs in that flick I love—“Carlos,” 2010, Assayas nailed it. She’s out there, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ bank, livin’ like she’s got a detonator in her hand. “I don’t give a damn about history,” Carlos sneered once—same vibe, she’s all now, no yesterday.

Bad Freienwalde

Bad Freienwalde (Oder) in Brandenburg, within the Oder Valley, is historical and yet a spa town to relax away the stresses of the city. Climb the tower to see as far as Poland.

Now, lemme not forget: the Spreewald area nearby is killer. That river flowin' like a secret runway wraps this town with nature's own fashion statement. I always get mad happy watchin' the water dance through the city. The parks, oh, the parks! Kurpark? Yeah, that's one. I dig its vibe—peaceful, but edgy when you need a breather. My clients love hearin' how I “feel the pulse” right there among the trees; like those emotional hints in a Cronenberg dialogue that hit you deep.

Hans Keilson obituary