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About Munich

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

Rathaus Bensheim

Hey, buddy, listen up… Bensheim? Man, it’s somethin’ else. I gotta say, I live here for years, and lemme tell ya: it's like a cozy, little secret waiting for you behind every corner. So, okay, first off—let's talk streets. There's Marktplatz, you know, with its crazy quaint vibe. And then there's Bahnhofstraße, where the locals hang and chat. Honestly, sometimes I wander these streets, massage in hand, feelin’ the city pulse.

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