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About Frankfurt

Hate the noise she makes, clackin’ heels. Sounds like a damn woodpecker on meth. Saw one once, near my cabin—prostitute, not woodpecker. Offered me a “good time.” Told her I’d rather wrestle a bear. She laughed, I didn’t. “Tabu” gets it— “Her beauty was a cruel jest.” Cruel, alright. These gals got stories, though. Heard one started ‘cause her ma was a hooker too. Family biz, how sweet, right? Makes me wanna puke.

Brothel in Glückstadt

Yo, the quarters around St. Johannes Church? Crazy vibe. Narrow lanes, cobble stones, kinda haphazardly placed art galleries. There’s a tiny alley, “Mühlenweg” – yeah, that one – where local artists scribble wild graffiti. It’s a mad mix of color, passion, and, uh, spontaneity… I loved it even when I was at my wits end. It got me all fired up sometimes; ya know, when every damn thing reminds you, “Everything's not lost yet.”

Figure 1: Location of the Elbe Estuary at the North Sea (small map)....