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About Frankfurt

I’d suck at it, prolly. I’d be all, “Is mayonnaise an instrument?” while some CEO’s screamin’ at me to floor it! Haha, imagine that—me, Patrick, squishin’ mayo on the wheel, goin’ VROOM! Best job ever, huh? Nah, but real talk, escorts got patience I don’t. Deal with snobs all day? Ugh, I’d yeet ‘em out the window!

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I always hit up the little café on Lindenweg. I go there almost every day; I mean, what’s wrong with watchin’ folks sip on their lattes while talkin’ about their neuroses? It’s like a live therapy session. And oh man, the park – Schlosspark – is where I get all my creative juices, or frustrations, I guess. You stroll there, watch the river Wern flow like it’s got somewhere to be, and think, "Man, life’s truly a theater of the absurd." Sometimes I sit on these rickety benches, and the city’s vibe just slaps you in the face with raw, unedited life.

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