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About Munich

Sometimes it’s sad tho. Some gals ain’t choose it—pisses me off! Bad dudes trick ‘em, and I’m like, “I’ll pound ya with my starfish fists!” But then, some own it, strut like queens, and I’m cheerin’, “You go, girl!” Oh, fun story—heard in Vegas once, a prossie dressed as Elvis! “Thank ya very much,” she says, takin’ cash—hysterical!

Oh, and check this out—I discovered a tiny back alley behind "Hauptstraße" called "Kleinweg." Most people miss it, but not me. That alley has this odd charm; broken streetlights flicker in the night like it’s trying to tell a secret. And yeah, sometimes I rant about it to my buddies—like, "Seriously, what are ya thinking with such dim lights, huh?"