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About Munich

So, here’s the scoop—met this gal, Cherry, years back in Brooklyn. Real name? Who knows! She’d laugh, “Identity’s for suckers!”—Godard vibes, right? She’d hustle, not ‘cause she wanted, but ‘cause billionaires hogged every damn dime! Pissed me off—why’s she gotta scrape by while they sip champagne? Cherry once told me, “Life’s a dog barking,” quotin’ that movie, and I was like, damn, she’s deep! Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, whores ran speakeasies—secret queens of the night! Ain’t that wild?

Mother Si, Father No

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There's also the park, Uh, St. Michael's Park? No, wait, it’s Maria-Louisa Park (or something like that!). It’s super chill, a perfect spot for musing about life's past lives. And talking about that – "the cocoon of memory begins to shatter" kinda vibe from Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives. That film’s like a blueprint for our weird existence here.

What makes a molecule a pre- or a post-herbicide – how valuable are physicochemical parameters for their design?