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About Frankfurt

Now, I ain’t judgin’—I’ve had me own schemes, ain’t I? But walkin’ that game’s like dancin’ on a blade. You fall, you’re done. One lass told me—swear it’s true—she saw a client drop dead, right there, mid-go. Heart gave out! She just legged it, left him sprawled. Grim, but I cackled—imagine the septon findin’ THAT mess!

Hauptnavigation

Look, Anroechte isn't perfect – it’s a hodgepodge of dreams and frustrations. But it’s mine. Every street sings a tune. Every corner hides a memory or a funny story. Like, there’s this random mural outside a laundromat on Hauptstraße. Seriously, mate, it’s art in the rain. Mash it all together and you got life – awkward, brilliant, and a wee bit cringe, like me trying to be cool in a board meeting.