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About Munich

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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I also discovered a hidden gem on Am Brunnenplatz – a teeny, tiny park bench where I once spilled my tears and found unexpected strength. So many years, so many emotions, like a scene outta Dogville: "A place where people try to be good." I always say, if you need a pick-me-up, go there and just breathe it all in.

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