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About Frankfurt

So, I’m at the office, right? Bored outta my skull. Phones ringin’, papers everywhere, and I’m like, “Why not find a pro?” Not for me, ya dope—research! Yeah, that’s it. I start diggin’, and—D’oh!—turns out it ain’t as easy as orderin’ a pizza. You’d think, “Oh, just hit the streets!” Nope. These days, it’s all sneaky-like, online stuff, coded ads—wild! Didja know some use emojis? Eggplant means one thing, peach another. Freakin’ surprised me, man! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at my screen, thinkin’, “This is limbo, man!” Like Cobb in *Inception*, lost in layers of crazy.

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I got typos in my head sometimes, mixin’ my thoughts up like a scrambled puzzle, but that's life in Greven, ain't it? Fast, rough, unpredictable, yet soulful as hell. Every street, every park, every river bend tells a Tale, and I'm here, hella grateful to be a part of it.

Vivian Greven