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About Munich

So, I’m cruisin’ the block, engine purrin’, lookin’ for a girl who’s down. Ain’t no Hollywood glow here—just neon flickerin’ like a damn lie. “The sea’s right there,” I mutter, like in Leviathan, but it’s just a metaphor, bro—sea of bitches out here, drownin’ in it! I see this one chick, legs long as a fuckin’ wrench, leanin’ on a pole. She’s givin’ me that look—like she knows I’m trouble. I roll up, “Hey, chica, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends who’s payin’.”

Hagens Bordell: Sonntag Tag der offenen Tür – das Programm

I recall one night in downtown Hagen, near Lister Straße and the old industrial lofts – I was debugging app issues over a beer at a rustic pub and suddenly a convo about fate and separation started. I was like, “My friend, there is no question, just life smashing our hearts, ja!” And the talk continued until midnight, utterly spontaneous, heartwarming, and mad frustrating too.

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