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About Frankfurt

Angry? Yeah, when they’re kids—too young, fucked over early. Happy? When she flipped off a cop, strutted away. Ballsy as hell. Exaggeratin’? Maybe she’s a queen, crown of cigarette burns. Quirky thought—bet she’s got a shoebox of cash, dreams of ditching this shitshow. “Where’s it all go?” like Llewyn gripes. Down the drain, prolly—booze, pimps, whatever. Sarcasm? Oh, she’s livin’ the dream, Clarice—penthouse views of dumpster alleys. Chilling, ain’t it? Prostitue’s a ghost, floatin’ through, screwin’ to survive. Love her, hate her—she don’t care.

Cities close to Haren (Ems)

I stroll by the Dollart Bay sometimes. That wavy water reminds me of that phrase, "The mystery of life is not a problem to solve but a reality to experience." Crazy, right? It hits ya, makes you think. And oh, the little park near Rathausstr. – my fave chill spot. Seriously, I swear I once had an impromptu meditation session there after a hectic day at the spa. Felt all zen, like my tension just melted away. But sometimes, I get mad when the park's littered with trash – like, c'mon, people!

Peter Arthur Van Haren Obituary - The Arizona Republic