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About Munich

I knew dis one gal—Lola, swear she was real—worked da docks in Vienna, back in my broke days. She’d wink, say, “Arnie, I’ll be back,” stealin’ my line, cheeky lil’ minx! Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk fool—made her look badass. Little known fact: whores in history, dey sometimes ran secret spy rings. How cool is dat? Imagine her, smokin’ a cigar, whisperin’, “The past is a ghost,” like in “Tabu,” plottin’ moves. Dat’s da spirit—never give up!

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I sometimes wander to the old town square, Richard-Wagner-Platz, where history clings to the walls like stubborn ivy. The place gives off a vibe that mixes tradition with rebellion. I got so mad once when I saw some trash dumped there—dirty, disrespectful, nasty! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I roared in my head, imagining that movie scene again, where every family conflict is a microcosm of life’s grand separation and reunions.

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