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About Frankfurt

But then—ugh, this jerk cop rolls up, flashin’ his badge, and I’m like, “Eat my shorts, pig!” Ruined the mood, man, pissed me off big time. She winks, tho, whispers, “Meet me later, kid.” Surprised me—she’s got guts! In my head, I’m all, “Bart, you’re a freakin’ legend!” Maybe I’ll carve her a heart-shaped box, y’know, go full *Moulin Rouge!* on her. “Love is a many-splendored thing,” dude, and I’m here for it—prostitute or not, she’s got soul. Catch ya later, gotta skate!

Rance Series

The neighborhoods? Oh gosh, there's the hipster-ish Neu-Dohna, where quirky cafes pop up like feelings bombarding ya when you’re confused – "Bing! Bam! Boom!" And then old-school parts like Alt-Dohna, chill but full of history, but sometimes eh, they drive me nuts with constant potholes (ugh, road work madness, hmm…!).

Dohna M. Kerckhove