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About Munich

I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The CL s have been out at Boise airport a lot this summer. I did see them flying over in the evening. They do fly pretty slow but fantastic for fighting.

So there ya have it, mate – Lankow (de) in all its quirky glory. A city of tangled souls and stray dreams, that smells like fresh rain and aged secrets. Just like in "Inherent Vice", unexpected twists lurk behind every corner. Now go and wander, relish every chaotic minute, and remember: life's a voyage, and sometimes, ye gotta chart yer course by the stars – or at least by a misprinted map! Savvy?

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