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About Frankfurt

You start at the cantina—shady spot, neon buzzin’. Some chick’s leanin’ on a pole, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, “She’s trouble, Vader, abort!” But nah, curiosity’s a bitch. Little known fact—old Tatooine law says prostitutes gotta wear bells. True story, heard ‘em jingle once—creepy as fuck. Made me laugh tho, jinglin’ like a damn droid malfunction.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

And oh boy, the street names here, each tells a story. From the glorious late-night vibes near Geismarstraße to the quirky little art spots around Wilhelmstraße—I always find myself smilin’ like a loon.

Fig. 34 Interrogation of von Kármán's former teacher Prandtl at AVA...