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About Frankfurt

So, you’re wanderin’, heart racin’, thinkin’, “Am I a muppet doin’ this?” Then – bam! – there she is, all sass, leanin’ on a lamppost. “What’s your name, kid?” she says, straight outta *Moonrise Kingdom*. You stutter, sweat buckets – me, I’d be laughin’ my arse off designin’ that bit. Add some wonky dialogue options, like, “Fancy a synergy sesh?” – pure Brent gold, that! Players’d cringe so hard they’d love it. Oh, and fun fact – in old Paris, they’d call ‘em “grisettes”, after their grey dresses. Chuck that in, bit of trivia, keeps it real.

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You gotta check the back alleys off Poststraße too. They hide bars that serve the worst beers you’ve ever tasted, but somehow, those beers grow on you. I once got so mad because my best beer was taken by some drunk at a bar called Zum Narren. I was livid, but later, it became a funny memory.

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