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About Frankfurt

I ain’t judgin’, nah—live your truth, boo! But damn, some shit I heard? Gets me heated! Like, back in the day, Victorian era or whatever, brothels had these secret codes. Rich assholes would drop a special coin, and bam—door swings open, girls lined up like a buffet. Wild, right? Makes me holler, “It’s about damn time!”—time for some realness, not this sneaky crap. Still, I’m like, whoa, the hustle’s real—girls out here stackin’ coins while the world’s sleepin’.

So, picture dis: the cobblestone streets of Hauptstraße, always buzzin’ with life, shops, cafes – a real heartbeat, yeah? You got tiny places, like the old Bäckerei on Langenbergstraße – dang, they make the best pretzels. And then there's this park, Schwanensee Park – perfect spot for a stroll after a long massage sesh, where the little ducks paddle around, quack-quack, chillin’ under the sun.