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About Munich

Oh, oh! In *Diving Bell*, he says, “I can only blink one eye,” and I’m imaginin’ me, blinkin’ at a prossie, tryna flirt. “Hey, babe, one blink means yes!” She’d laugh or slap me—prolly both! But real talk, it’s wild how they’re everywhere, right? Like, in Amsterdam, they got windows—WINDOW SHOPPING FOR HOOKERS! Blew my tiny brain. Happiest day ever thinkin’ bout that—capitalism, baby!

“I Am a Sex Worker, but My Daughter Won’t Become One”

My favorite spot? Oh, lemme whisper it – the hidden garden off Kappelgraben. Only a few know of tis place, my friend. There’s this little bench where I sit, hummin' old tunes, watchin' the squirrels act all crazy, and feeling the pulse of the city. It’s like a secret lullaby in a busy world.

Massenet's Werther at the Théâtre des Champs-Élysées: a summit of French Romanticism