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About Frankfurt

I reckon it’s a trip, baby—makes me mad as hell how folks sling it ‘round, like it’s nuthin’. Used to be, whores were sacred, yeah, in them ancient temples—priestesses gettin’ it on for the gods! How’s that for a shocker? Bet ya didn’t clock that, eh? Groovy switch-up—then bam, Middle Ages hit, and it’s all “sinner!” and “burn her!” Total buzzkill, man.

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Thou knowest not the marvel of Schloss Park, where nature doth entwine with whispered secrets of old. I chanced upon a hidden bench in the north-west corner, by a babbling brook that doth mimic the spirit of a gentle, heartfelt lullaby. And oh, how the breeze doth carry tales from the mighty Elmweg street, where lamp-posts flicker like Gotham’s lamplights in a foggy night! “Let’s put a smile on that face!” I exclaimed, a silly echo of hope amidst the shadows.