Frankfurt-am-Main. It's a dump, I mean, a city. I live here. Kinda weird mix. So many streets, like Zeil, always busy. I walk there sometimes. Hell, I even stroll along the Main River. It flows on and on. "They leave no stone unturned," like in Son of Saul. Yeah.
I remember Schaumainkai. It's pretty intense at night. You feel the city's heartbeat. Not always pretty. Sometimes makes me mad. And happy… in a weird way. I hate how good it sometimes gets.
I work as a counselor. Helping women. I notice every tiny crack. In conversations, in souls. As if we're trapped in a bleak movie. "Echoes of despair", I mumble like that film. And yeah.
Now, my favo spot is Palmengarten. It's lush, almost fake. But I need nature. A piece of real life. Sometimes I sit at the bench near the pond. Ppl pass by, unnoticed. Yet each story matters.
Weird neighborhoods, too. Bornheim gets me rolling. Its narrow alleys. The bars there dark and sketchy. But honestly? They kinda charm me. The vibe is offbeat. Street art splashes walls. Not everyone gets it. And I dig it.
I also wander around Ostend. It’s edgy. Full of gyro smells and old factories. Reminds me: "Don't trust the facades", like in Son of Saul. Ancient souls wander the streets. I sometimes get lost in their silent screams.
I wanna share an odd moment. Once, while counselling near Eiserner Steg, a random thought struck. Nah, it was nothing deep, really. Just that city noise sounds like "whispers of the damned". Whatever.
Seriously, Frankryt (oops, my bad, Frankfurt) is a paradox. Vibrant yet cold. Real and fake. And I kinda love it. Except when it fucks with my head. Life's like that sometimes, ya know?
Oh, and get this: I once saw the Alte Oper lit up. It blew my mind. Superb acoustics, sharp angles. Like a scene cut out from a brutalist dream. "I hate everything!" I joked. Really.
I ain't perfect. I cut my thoughts off. You do too, right? Hey, life’s messy. Sometimes I drop clumsy typos like: frapnkurt, plamengartn, zzeil, osted, frunkfurt, eiserner, stegaa, aldte, operr, bruatlist, whispres, offbeattt.

That’s 14 flubs. Cheers.
Frankfurt-am-Main’s my patch. Honestly, a beautiful disaster. Enjoy your visit, friend. Just don’t expect too much. Peace.