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About Frankfurt

We get to this shady motel, smells like piss and regret. She’s strippin, I’m growlin—Rarrgh!—thinkin, “This is my fate, ain’t it?” Fun fact: oldest profession, right? Back in Rome, they had brothels with menus—blows ya mind. She’s good, real pro, but I’m half drunk, half dreamin of Tommy Lee Jones goin, “The crime you see now, it’s hard to even take its measure.” Makes me laugh mid-thrust—awkward as fuck.

Nearby, Quirligstrasse also rocks. It holds quirky street art – graffiti that whispers old tales. “Past lives, baby,” it said. I felt all kinds of moods. Ecstatic, outraged, hopeful. I sometimes wander in a haze – lost but found, you feel? Its murals told stories of shattered dreams and tender hope.