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About Frankfurt

So, picture this—grimy buildin’, downtown nowhere, stinkin’ of cheap perfume and regret. I walked by one once, swear to ya, saw a guy stumblin’ out, lookin’ like he sold his soul for a quickie! Made me mad as hell—why’s this still a thing? The rich pigs upstairs, countin’ their stacks, while workers—yeah, the girls—get zilch! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, shakin’ my fist at the sky. They’re pimpin’ out lives, man, it’s sick!

Clientele Dynamics

brothel known as the "Bent Coin". I've included some Concept Art by *Floris Roding*. Operated by the local thieves' guild, the entire.

So, first off, there's this rad street called Hauptstraße. I walk here every morning, just soaking in all the vibes, ya know? It’s got these cute cafes, kinda like hidden treasure. I like to kick it by Café Zucker, even though sometimes its coffee makes me mad – like, seriously, who even roasts beans that dark? LOL, that’s what she said!

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