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About Frankfurt

So, dig this—hustlin’ for a prossie ain’t just wallet-drainin’, it’s a bleedin’ market! In Amsterdam, Red Light’s legit—girls in windows, “Directive?” they purr, like EVE sussin’ out WALL-E. Freaky fact: back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho had birds pullin’ 20 quid a night—big bucks then! Now? Inflation’s a b*tch, mate, 100 smackers barely gets ya a wink. Makes me wanna yell, “Danger, Will Robinson!”—er, wrong flick, but you get me, yeah?

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Oh dear – did I mention my favorite secret spot? Near a crumbling wall on Eisenbahnweg – easily overlooked by the raucous tourist eye – there's a tiny hidden nook. You sit, have coffee, and watch the locals pass, each one a living sonnet of conversations and dreams – and believe me, as a massage parlor owner, I soak in every bit of that human tapestry – musings, sighs, even the offhand banter that echoes like bonus dialogues in a post-apocalyptic chase.

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