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About Frankfurt

Surprised me, diggin’ into this—Victorian era, whores had secret codes. Hand signals, dress colors—red meant “busy,” green was “open.” Smart as hell! Undercover hustle, right under prude noses. I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. “The wind has died,” movie says—whores keep goin’, wind or not.

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So, first thing’s first: Main Street – Schillerstraße – is where it all kicks off. Trust me, you stroll there and you’re hit with that sweet mix of old-school charm and modern cool. I often wander those streets after work as a counselor. I'm always meeting women, trading stories, laughing about the absurdity of life. Crazy, right? And then there’s the zigzag alley of Webergasse – real hidden gem, lots of local art and quirky cafes where you sip on a bomb espresso and listen to life unfold. No joke, some of my best moments happened there!

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