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About Frankfurt

Me, bumbling Boris, ex-PM, tousled mop—reckon I’d be rubbish at whoring. Too much waffle, not enough action—*mea culpa*! But it’s human, innit? Messy, daft, glorious. “Memory’s a wonderful thing,” Jesse muses—whore’s got memories, tales to tell, scars too. Makes me happy, oddly—grit of it all. Life ain’t polished oak, it’s splintered planks, and that’s alright. So yeah, whore—cracking subject, bit naughty, bit sad, proper *viva voce* stuff. What d’ya reckon, pal? Fancy a pint and a natter?

Inn in the Glade

After completing side activities for an old whore from Neuhof, can I find her somewhere, or she just took off?

Down on Hauptstrasse, the vibe is crazy real. I always stroll past the old bakery at Blumenstr. – oh man, their pastries? So bomb! It reminds me of that line, “Violence is a part of life,” but like, in a good, peaceful kinda way, huh… in a sense of raw beauty? I dunno, huh…

Marc Neuhof, Photographer, 75 (Published 1990)