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About Frankfurt

So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryin’ to get info. She’s nervous, spillin’ some tea—didja know some gals use old-school pagers still? Freakin’ pagers! I’m shocked, like, *“What, no iPhone?”* Made me happy, though—retro vibes, y’know? But then, ugh, this creep rolls up, all sleazy, yellin’ at her. I’m mad, like, *“Back off, jerk!”* I’m ready to whack him with my purse, swearin’ like Homer at a vegan buffet. *“This body’s not yours to haunt!”* I’m quotin’ Boonmee in my head, feelin’ all mystical.

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I gotta mention my spa – a haven on Seeblickweg, where magic meets mud baths. Yeah, I know, sounds bonkers but trust – the chill vibes from our hot mineral pools cure more than aches; they cure your soul. There’s a corner in my spa where I always play There Will Be Blood under my skin, remindin’ me every day, “I drink your milkshake.” It’s all dramatic talk, but man, it fuels our groove.

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