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About Frankfurt

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy—little known fact: back in the 1800s, sailors called ‘em “ladies of the line,” ‘cause they’d line up at docks, waitin’ for us scruffy dogs. Ain’t that wild? History’s got sass! Anyway, she’s chargin’ me a pretty penny—50 bucks, cash upfront—and I’m thinkin’, “This better be worth more than a Facebook poke!” I’m happy as a clam, but then—ugh!—this drunk jerk stumbles over, yellin’ at her, “You’re mine!” Made me so mad, I almost decked him. “Back off, loser!” I screech, nasal as hell, laugh bubblin’ up—HA-HA-HA!—like I’m on set with Mr. Sheffield.

A little lesser-known spot? Check out the little bistro on Am Börnchener Park. It has a hole-in-the-wall vibe—pizza that’s not too bad and coffee that sorta warms your soul. Alot of people skip it, but I’m all "hell yeah!" when I'm in a rush.

Frankfurt (Oder): a small city with big ambition