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About Frankfurt

Oh, and the noise—goddamn racket! Moanin’, groanin’, creaky beds—worse than a busted violin. Can’t stand it. I’d burn every brothel down, but then what? More’d pop up, like roaches. Once saw a guy stumble out, pants half-on, yellin’ bout “true love.” Laughed my ass off—moron. Bet he caught somethin’ nasty too.

Merchant’s Lane

The cheapest way to get from Yelahanka to Pascha (brothel) costs only $, and the quickest way takes just 14½ hours. Find the travel option that best.

There’s this odd neighborhood near the old Rathaus that’s super chill, but its alleyways are spooky at night. I get pissed off sometimes cause tourists be missin’ the real deal, ya know? Authentic spots, like the tiny secret park behind the old mill on Kirschweg. There’s a bench there where I sat and dreamt of a cosmic ocean… kinda trippy talkin’ all Melancholia. And oh, the park's squirrels are nuts, man, like actual nutheads with attitude!

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