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About Frankfurt

So, I’d prolly start somewhere sketchy—neon lights flickerin’, dudes in trench coats, the works. I’d be all nervous, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’, “Tina, you’re an idiot, why’re you here?” But then—bam!—I spot her. She’s leanin’ against a wall, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the damn street. I’m like, “Okay, she’s got that *New World* vibe—‘The earth is the mother of all people,’ right?” She’s earthy, real, no BS.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

So come, wander with me through these twisted streets. There’s beauty in every imperfect corner, every tiny secret space. We s'precious, we swears! And if you listen closely, you'll hear the city sing softly – whispering, “I wish I could be yours.” Hug tight the memories, for in Langweid, every moment is a treasure, messy, scarred, and oh-so-delicious.

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