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About Frankfurt

So, check it - late night, city’s buzzin’. Neon lights flashin’, girls struttin’ the block. I’m cruisin’, eyes peeled, feelin’ like Georges from the movie. “Who’s watchin’ me?” - that line hits hard. Prostitutes got stories, man, layers deep. Some chick’s smokin’, leanin’ on a pole. Mr. T’s thinkin’, “She’s hidin’ somethin’!”

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I gotta tell ya, my massage parlor on Lindenstrasse is my sanctuary. Clients come in with their woes, and as I work out their knots, I swear, the city's secrets seep in – every squeaky door, every whisper of the wind tells a story. I've seen faces light up and tears roll down, all in that sacred space where the art of healing meets raw humanity.

Secrets of abandoned military complex known as the 'Forbidden City'