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About Munich

I’m ramblin’ now—happy, cos I cracked this weird case, but pissed cos it’s so shady. Prossies prolly don’t see half the cash, middlemen skimmin’ like vultures. Ugh, hate that. Anyway, Find a Prostitute—sly, slippery, a bit sad. “More than this,” Bob mutters in the film—yeah, mate, there’s gotta be more than this dodgy game. Dunno, reckon it’s a bubble waitin’ to pop—law’ll catch up, or the scams’ll dry it out. Til then, it’s out there, lurkin’, a proper financial freakshow.

Seeking explanation of codes on "Individual Records of Sorties and Credits"

Then ya got the weird but awesome alleys of Lindenstraße in the northeast. Look, I know sometimes, even I get mad at the chaos of city noise—but heck, that makes you appreciate the rare quiet evenings. I'm talkin’ tiny, hidden spots where my inner Brent sings a cheesy lullaby. Spent a rainy afternoon there a few months back—just me, my thoughts, and a half-empty coffee cup. Bit of a meltdown, honestly, but it gave me that “aha moment” as if tellin’ me the universe is in constant, bizarre motion.

SPIE realises Vietlübbe transformer station