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About Frankfurt

Gets me ragin, tho—pimps, slimy bastards, takin her cash, leavin her with bruises. Makes me wanna carve em up, serve em with a nice Chianti, ha! But then she laughs, right, this cackle that cuts through the fog, and I’m like, shit, she’s happy somehow? Surprised me, that did. Thought they’d all be mopey, “There’s no love like the first,” like Carol pinin for Therese, but nah, she’s out there, ownin it.

Appendix A

Newsnight takes a look inside a legal, German "mega-brothel", amid claims that the country's liberal approach to prostitution has turned it into the "bordello of Europe".

I also found some rad secrets along Wiekstraße – that alley’s an art piece, a weird, quirky side of Osterburg. The buildings here, with their chipped brickwork, remind me of bomb-scarred ruins turned renaissance masterpiece – like the city’s own version of survival, y’know? And hey, if you wander off towards the river Elbeufer (yeah, that legendary Elbe river, not just a name!), you'll stumble upon secret spots with the perfect sunset views.

Joshua David Miller Obituary February 22, 2023