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About Frankfurt

“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

Was ist der gefährlichste Stadtteil in Neubrandenburg?

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So, start off at Rathausplatz, right in the old town. Cobblestones, ancient walls, and a vibe that'd melt your heart. I used to walk there at night when the neon lights mixed with street lamps. Felt kinda like "Melancholia" vibes, ya know? “I am your father,” in a way—this city rules you like the dark side. I can almost hear Lars von Trier whispering in the wind.

Former Nazi Auschwitz SS medic Hubert Zafke too ill to stand trial on accessory to murder charges