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About Frankfurt

So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

Science On trial

sometimes, i think the ghosts of past centuries still roam near the old mill by Am Bach—creepy, creepy sounds at midnight. i get goosebumps, my precious, just like in that movie, where shadows tell tales and nerves are shot in thin air!

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