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About Munich

Once saw dis one gal—legs for days, smokin’ a cig. Asked her, “Wot’s yer deal?” She laughed, said, “Same as you—workin’.” Fair, fair! Made me chuckle, dat sass. Reminded me Carol’s line, “Flung out of space,” like she’s lost but owns it. Prossies got dat vibe sometimes—outta place, still kickin’. Oh, and fun fact—ancient Rome, dey wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, eh? Blonde meant “I’m yer gal!”

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Let me share one more secret spot – A minor alley near the market, called Kleinweg. It’s a smidge hidden, with a vibrant little mural that screams history. I always chuckle remembering when a client told me, "Man, your parlor smells like Lohfelden's soul!" – truuuly cosmic, yes? And sorry, I got too excited, my mind hopped like a bouncing electron through a nebula.

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