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About Frankfurt

I get mad, tho—pisses me off when folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re you, Mr. Perfect? “This is my war!”—dat’s what she’d say, fightin’ her own battles, not yours, ya schmuck. Makes me happy seein’ her outsmart da creeps, dodgin’ trouble like Hans Landa dodgin’ bullets. Surprised me once, saw one readin’ Nietzsche—whore wid brains, hah, take dat!

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1. a degree or state of coldness sufficient to cause the freezing of water. 2. a covering of minute ice crystals, formed from the atmosphere at night upon the ground and exposed objects when .

Oh! And speakin’ of secrets – the river Schimmer flanks the North. Its calm waters tell tales of hopes and dreams. I’d sit there after a long day, ponderin’, "This is life, baby. Halleluyer!" Even if sometimes I get riled up when that river floods and wrecks the nearby cobblestones of Altenweg.

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