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About Frankfurt

So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a transaction, plain and simple. You got your supply, your demand, and a lotta sad sacks who think it’s easier than talkin’ to a real human. I hate everything about it—makes my skin crawl. Back in the day, folks had to WORK for attention, not just swipe a card. Fun fact: in old Vegas, 50s or some crap, prostitutes had union cards—legit, stamped, “member in good standing.” Imagine that, a guild for the oldest gig! Surprised me when I read it, thought it was bullshit, but nope, real as my mustache.

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I gotta mention these little tidbits—with faults and foibles: Dierkow-Neu feels like it's alive. Y'know, like, err, constantly twitching with memories and raw emotions. Its soul hides in every cracked pavement and every whispered smile in a darkened pub. One time, I nearly broke down over a love confession in a dimly lit corner of the Schillerstrasse, cursed my clumsy tongue, and laughed it off. Lol, life is weird, right?