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About Frankfurt

So, I’m strollin, right? Neon lights flashin, girls on corners wavin—damn, it’s like a freaky circus! Found this one chick, sassy as hell, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Yo, how’s it hangin?” She smirks, “Better than you, stripes!” Ha! Burned me good—got me laughin, tho. Made me happy, ya know? A lil spark in the grime. But then—bam!—some drunk asshole stumbles over, yellin at her, and I’m pissed. “Who you screamin at, jackass?” I wanna zap him to the Netherworld, but nah, I chill.

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I loooove the little river that cuts through town – the Ruppi Bach (yeah, I just made that up cuz it fits, lol). I always picture it as a secret place to clear my head and, ugh, be reminded of love’s fleeting nature. Its murmurs are kinda like whispers from Joel in Eternal Sunshine, “I don't want to forget you.” And lemme tell you, sitting by that vent, every bug fix feels like an epic love story.

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