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About Frankfurt

So, yeah, you wanna find one? Easy. Dark corners, neon lights—boom, there they are. X posts’d tell ya, some dude tweeted last week, “Cheap thrills, risky biz.” He ain’t wrong. I dig the vibe, tho—raw, unscripted, like life itself. “What made us, what broke us?”—that’s Malick, hittin’ me hard. These girls, they’re broken, but damn, they’re fighters. Gets me pissed, too—pimps takin’ cuts, scum of the earth. Wanna punch somethin’ when I see that.

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Okay, so picture this: I stroll by the old church on Pfarrstraße. Its bells ring like they’re talking to everyone, like “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and spring.” I’m literally reminded of that movie – the whole cycle, ya know? And it's like, "is mayonnaise an instrument?" because nothing makes sense sometimes!