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About Frankfurt

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.”

Lured to Germany under false pretences

I be honest, mate, some days feel like a scene from a play: joyous moments, anger bursts, and times of wonder. I scribble my thoughts in a notebook, fulla scribbles, typos, and misspellings—srsly, like “livin’” an’ “dunno!” It’s all spontaneity, the erratic flow of a busy mind—so raw, so real, like that film’s brutal candor, “I couldn't unsee the truth!”