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About Munich

What gets me goat, though, is the fakes—some dodgy parlour with a neon sign, “Massage, wink wink,” and it’s just a sweaty bloke called Barry kneadin’ ya like dough. Fuck off, Barry! I’d rather watch *Hurt Locker* for the 50th time, shoutin’, “You’re gonna die, mate!” at the telly. But when it’s good—fuck me—it’s proper lush. Like, “Welcome to the hurt locker, soldier,” but instead of bombs, it’s bliss.

Children among the injured after car drives into German carnival

Since I’m a family psych kinda guy, I see magic in these corners. Kids runnin’ wild in the alleys of Am Anger (yeah, that street is so dope, got form and soul) and elders, sittin’ on benches storin’ lessons untold. Misses and blokes havin’ a laugh on Marktplatz, always like a scene from life’s movie—unexpected joys mix with little tears. “C’mon, let’s make it count!” vibe, just like inside out quotes – "Take her to the moon for me." You get all the feels.

Dozens Injured as Car Runs Into Carnival Parade in Germany