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About Frankfurt

I get pissed tho—pisses me right off—when folks judge ‘em harsh. Like, who are you, mate? The dad in “The Return” screams, “You’re nothing!” at his boys—same vibe. These girls, they’re surviving, yeah? Some choose it, some don’t, but it’s work. Hard fuckin’ work. Happiest I felt was hearin’ this tale—some lass in Amsterdam’s Red Light once tricked a punter into buyin’ her a pony. A PONY! She’s my hero, swear down.

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Paul, Leer, and Kropp meet three women while they are swimming. They communicate with them in broken French, indicating that they have food. They are.

I mean, seriously – walking down Frankenstr. is like diving into a chaotic painting. Every brick, every café tells its own rad story. Got some hidden pub, "Der Sprudel", where I once met a rogue coder who claimed the WiFi was haunted. Not kidding, dude had code to prove it!

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