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About Munich

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I clocked her quick—fake lashes, chipped nails, probs a mum tryna eat. Sad, innit? Made me ragey—world’s a dumpster fire, pushin’ folks to this. But she was chill, cracked a joke—“What’s with the mask, Batman?”—and I’m wheezin’, like, “Love, I’m Bane, not that prat!” Had a giggle, eased the tension.

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Calbe's a small gem, like a surreal scene from "Goodbye to Language" – you know, that movie by Godard that makes you question ALL. I hang out near Museumsstraße, where old brick facades whisper secrets, like they know every knot in yer back from my massages.

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