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About Frankfurt

Here’s the deal—I ain’t sayin’ it’s rosy. Met this one gal—swear, hair like Bridget von Hammersmark—classy but tough. Said she started ‘cause her kid needed meds. Broke my damn heart—still does. Ya think, “Joe, why’s this happenin’?”—and it’s money, folks, always money. Gets me fired up—why’s healthcare screwin’ folks so bad they gotta—y’know—sell it?

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

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