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About Frankfurt

The girls, tho, tough as nails. One lass, Rosie, she’d smuggle extra coin under the floorboards. Smart, see? Outwitted the pimps, kept her stash. Made me grin, that did—sneaky like me with the Ring. But then—bam!—some drunk git smashed her face. Blood everywhere, mate. We hates it! Made me wanna claw his eyes out. “A blade in the dark,” like Nie Yinniang’d do. Slice him up quiet-like.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

'Dead fish everywhere'