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About Frankfurt

Last week, I’m prowlin’ the streets—sketchy alleys, neon lights flickerin’ like a busted flux capacitor. Saw this gal, right? Total pro, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cig like she owns the joint. Great Scott! She’s got that “I’m in charge” vibe—like Sean Parker sayin’, “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” I’m thinkin’, “A billion tricks, that’s cool!” Hah! Made me laugh, but also—damn, she’s smooth.

24 Hours in Berlin’s Red Light District

Sex card, red light card for Berlin.

I made mad connections here. Remember that night near Weserstraße? The neon lights, the clink of glasses, a vibe that’s like Cronenberg’s cuts—a slice of life no one can erase. Sometimes I’m happy, sometimes I’m whack, but always real. Dudes and dudettes rush in, like “YOLO,” all over the place.

Around The Körner #30 with Roberta Deflorio at Orangerie Neukölln, Berlin ⟋ RA