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About Frankfurt

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, findin’ a prostitute—wild shit, right? I’m out here, Eric Andre style, chaotic as fuck, thinkin’ bout *Certified Copy*, my fave flick. Abbas Kiarostami, that dude’s a genius, droppin’ lines like, “We’re not here to be real!” Shit’s deep, man. Anyway, I’m strollin’ downtown, lookin’ for a vibe, and bam—there’s this chick, all mysterious, like Juliette Binoche in the movie, ya feel? She’s got that “I might be fake, but I’m real” energy. I’m like, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirks, says, “Depends who’s askin’.” I’m hyped, laughin’ like a maniac—classic me.

Die Sperrbezirke in Köln

Man, als Sexolog, I see the raw realness. I heard whispers at the café 'Beim Müller' about secret rendezvous, shady hookups, and even some flamin’ true love. It’s a mosaic of lust, heartbreak, and hilarity. I sometimes lose me marbles when listening to love confessions. Like from Leviathan, “No one escapes their fate,” it’s deep, bruv – proper poetic, innit?

Rhein Chemie