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About Frankfurt

What gets my goat? Folks judgin’ ‘em harsh—like, c’mon, they’re just tryin’ to eat! I ain’t sayin’ it’s all hunky-dory—some get forced, and that’s a damn shame. Pisses me off, big time! But others? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ bank—kinda admire that grit. Reminds me of David in *A.I.*, chasin’ dreams, never givin’ up. “I’m special!”—whores might feel that too, y’know, in their own way.

The walk to Canossa

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As I serve my regulars – a motley bunch seeking touch therapy amidst laughter and sweat – I can’t help but notice the delicate interplay of history and modernity. Sure, some days I’m mad as hell at the bureaucratic mumbo jumbo of local councils on Gutenberg Strasse (hey, words can fail you sometimes, right? I mean, arbitrarily they close side-streets for construction... pshaw!), but then I’m also happy, basking in the warmth of that small-town spirit. "Ride like the devil!" that’s got to be my motto whenever I find myself caught up admiring the splendid quirks of the Sigmaringen daily grind.

Beer Man: Old Fred a tasty German import