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About Frankfurt

An’ the smell, Christ! Stale fags, cheap perfume, an’ desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me o’ that scene, “Sufferin’ in silence, eh?” But some o’ these birds, they’re crafty – slip ya a wink, an’ yer wallet’s gone! Mate o’ mine, lost his fuckin’ trousers once – proper stitched up, ha! “Shoulda picked the left door, ya nonce!”

The Parking Space

Walking down Schillerstrasse, you see old brick facades, small cafes (the one on the corner, Café Wunder, is magic!). You meet locals, grin and say "Very nice!" in my broken Borat style. Then, you hit the park called Märchenwald. Woah, that park is full of surprises – little streams, shady bench's, and even a hidey-hole for meditation. I used to sit there for hours, thinkin of life, relaxin' — like, "It's not personal, it's just relaxation" kinda vibe.

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