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About Frankfurt

Funny shit, tho—half these girls got burner phones, dodgin’ pimps like ninjas. I’m over here, “Yo, you a spy or a hooker?” She laughs, I laugh, we vibe. Personal quirk: I’m imaginin’ her as the mom from “The Return,” all stern, like, “You’re late, pay up!” Makes me giggle mid-negotiation—awkward as fuck. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute? It’s absurd, it’s raw, it’s a damn adventure. Stay safe, tho—wrap it up, fam! Peace!

‘No jurisdiction’

I gotta warn ya, man—sometimes the mood here flips real quick. One minute you're chillin' by the sparkling river, the next you're caught up in the lively banter at the local beer garden on Schillerplatz. It’s all part of the wild tapestry, ya know? Life here is unpredictable, kinda like—dunno—like a scene out of "The Hurt Locker" where suspense and calm mix, "boom!", then the next beat comes outta nowhere.

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