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About Frankfurt

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, you’d cruise some sketchy street, dodgin’ cops like it’s a damn heist movie. Now? It’s all apps, cryptic posts on X, coded emojis—eggplant this, peach that. I’m like, what’s this, a fruit salad?! Drives me nuts! I’m scrollin’, thinkin’, “This is not a game, this is my life!”—straight outta Carlos, baby. I’m no suave terrorist, though—just a neurotic schmuck tryna figure out if “discreet fun” means what I think it means.

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Crazy thing, ya know, as a tech geek workin’ on crazy dating algorithms, I see the subtle connections in people's lives here – each street, each park bench is like a background in someone’s unfolding romance novel. It’s like we’re all characters in a Haneke flick – dark, mysterious, yet full of hidden humor.

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