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About Frankfurt

So, I’m thinkin’, back in Moscow, saw this gal once. Skinny, shivering, red heels—classic. Hid near Gorky Park, blendin’ with the night. “I am the weapon,” Carlos whispered in my head. She wasn’t no weapon, just desperate. Made me mad—pimps runnin’ the show, scum everywhere. But happy too—found her quick, cash ready, no fuss. Surprised me how fast she haggled. 500 rubles, done deal.

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man, my job has its own magic here. while giving massages to stressed souls, i pick up secrets and smiles that i share with my little crew. there’s that one client who swears the breeze in Wegscheid sings like “if you can feel the love tonight, then keep your mates close” – i mean, come on, even with all the chaos, the city’s vibe calms ya down. sometimes i get so mad – like, when the neighbor in Marktstraße blasts loud music and ruins the peaceful aura i so cherish. i can be all “ugh, really?!” but then a kind smile and good laugh from a client makes it all worth it.

Harlan Wegscheid Obituary – 11/18/2020