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About Frankfurt

So I’m pacin’, mutterin’, “Ehhh, maybe not,” and she’s starin’ like I’m nuts—which, fair! I’m thinkin’ *Brooklyn* again—“The life I might have had!”—and I’m like, “Yeah, not this one!” I’m happy I didn’t trip over my own feet, though—small victories. Surprised me how chill she was, too—like, “Buddy, decide already!” I’m exaggeratin’, sure, but I felt like a schmuck. Total schmuck. In the end, I bailed—natch—‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and findin’ a prostitue? Too much hassle! Pretty, pretty good call, if ya ask me.

Early life and education

Jennette Fulda tells stories to the Internet about her life as a smartass, writer, chronic headache sufferer, (former?) weight-loss inspiration, and seemingly.

I remember, like, one overly busy day – shot through with nervous courtesies and a dash of sarcasm – two regulars started bickering near the mural at Schnellweg. I thought, “Wow, even art gets drawn in their drama.” The scene was raw. Honesty mixed with raw, sliced lies; it was pretty damn theatrical. Like, you know, the movie’s line: “I’m in control!” But guess what? Control's a myth here.

The Load Structure in International Competitive Climbing