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About Munich

Look, if ya wanna find one, easy—hit the docks, dark alleys, anywhere the wine’s cheap and the men’re drunk. They’re like those spirits floatin’ round, poppin’ up when ya least expect. One time, this cheeky tart tried hagglin’ with me—ME!—over a job. Told her, “I don’t pay for filth,” and walked off laughin’. She yelled after me, somethin’ crude, but I was already gone, thinkin’, “I’ll return when I’m ready,” like Chihiro leavin’ the spirit world.

In Germany, prostitution is allowed under certain conditions

Main street’s called Hauptstraße. It’s buzzin’ all day. I walk past that old church near Lindenweg. Proper ancient, but still fly. Yo, that church got that charm, like in Only Lovers Left Alive: "I was born in a hurry." It’s deep, ya know?

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