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About Frankfurt

So, check it—I knew this chick, Candy, real street queen. She’d strut, heels clackin, like she owned the block. Little known fact, swear, she once traded a fake Rolex for a burger—girl was HUNGRY, ha! Made me laugh, but damn, also mad respect. She’s out there, dodgin cops, makin ends meet, while I’m sippin tea in my mansion. “You get a car!” I’d yell, but Candy’d just flip me off—sassy as hell.

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Oh! And my fave corner? It’s this chill terrace by the old train yard on Westend – major vibes. Folks here don’t just live; they rock it. They joke, they cry, they freak out over tiny wins. I sometimes pretend I'm in that gritty movie – all rugged lines and wild twists. Like, "If you want to be free, you have to run away," but then I laugh 'cause chill is king.

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