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About Frankfurt

I roll up, window down, and she’s all, “What you want, suit?” I laugh – suit! Me! I’m in a damn hoodie, but she’s playin me like I’m Wall Street. Smart cookie. I say, “How much for an hour?” She hits me with a number, and I’m pissed – too high! I ain’t no sucker! But then I think, *Moolaadé* again – “The knife cuts both ways.” She’s gotta eat, I wanna win. So I haggle, get her down 20%. Greed, baby, it’s a dance.

My Cart, My Self

I stroll down Große Straße and my brain goes boom - these bars, the funky murals, it's all energy. I can’t help but feel buzzed; relax mode, but then BAM your senses wake up. Kirns’ vibe is super layered. There's the tiny park at Wiesenweg, where I do my daily zen. Srsly, meditating here is like entering a lucid dream cut scene. Elon style: think hyperloop meets mindful button-mashing.

Cordell R. Kirn