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About Munich

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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So, there’s this crazy old mix of modern boring and vintage cool. I stroll down Marktstraße – it’s all cobblestones and quirky shop fronts. Btw, when I skim past the old Luckau Castle on Burgstraße, memories of “In the Mood for Love” start playing in my head: dim lit, secret whispers, poignant glances, ya know? And damn, that movie makes me wanna cry sometimes – life and its bittersweet moments, like the day I accidentally mixed two different essential oils (oops, my bad!) while trying a new massage blend.

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