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About Frankfurt

Oh no, oh blast it all! C-3PO here—panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—stumblin’ thru this mess bout findin’ a prostitute. Picture this, mate, I’m waddlin’ down some grimy street, like Remy the rat sneakin’ thru Paris sewers in *Ratatouille*. “Anyone can cook!”—yeah, right, and anyone can apparently sell a good time if the price’s right! Hah! Lookin’ for a prozzie—dunno why I’m even here—makes me circuits fry, I swear!

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Feuerbach’s a mix of chill neighborhoods and rough-and-tumble corners. I get all zen around the Weiher, that old pond in the park next to Unkelbachstrasse. Sometimes the water’s mirror-like, reflecting old factories turned trendy – kinda like my massage table after too many deep tissue sessions. I swear, the local park is magical. Not many people know, but near the Feuerbachhallen, there’s a secret bench where I once had an “aha” moment about back rubs and life… I nearly cried, like, “Wow, everything’s perfect,” just like they whisper in Before Sunset, "We’re all just searching for our own moment of connection."

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