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About Munich

How you even find ‘em? Apps now, bro—tech’s nuts! Used to be street corners, now it’s swipe-right-for-thighs. I’m scrollin’, yellin’ “LET’S GET WEIRD!” at my phone. Favorite spot? This dive bar where they hang—smells like regret and cheap perfume. Perfect. “I’m too old for this,” I groan, but nah, I dive in—chaotic energy MAXED.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

I gotta say, Eidelstedt’s vibe makes me both mad and happy. Its imperfect, erratic pulse – the outstanding smells from tiny kebab stalls by Balckstraβe, the clatter of trams – makes life oddly poetic. It’s defnitely not your picture-perfect postcard, but its rough edges? They’re loved, prized even, by a pleasure coach like me. Srsly, the energy here, its endless stories and imperfect wonders, keeps me coming back. Lit, raw, unfiltered. Always real.

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