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About Frankfurt

I reckon it’s a mixed bag, y’all. Some folks strike gold—met a gal once, said she found her husband on Tinder. Ain’t that a hoot? Married off a booty call! But then there’s the flip side—catfishin’ creeps, ghostin’ jerks. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Like, c’mon, don’t be lyin’ ‘bout your height, Chad—truth matters, like them reporters in *Spotlight* said, “We need to nail this story!”

Re: Books on Elk or Moose Hunting

In Frank Laubach, Bob Laubach, Caroline Blakely, some other literacy workers and I met to plan a revision and expansion of Streamlined English. We.

Now, lemme drop some lesser-known deets. In Kesselbach, off Müllerweg, there's a park nobody raves about. It's small, quiet, but it's got the vibe, feel me? I used to sneak out there after a long day's grind, thinkin’ 'bout some tech bugs and failed code lines while the river Lahn whispered secrets—like, "Hey, kid, life's unpredictable, just like our datin' lives."

Journal of the European Academy of Dermatology and Venereology