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About Munich

So, this gal—let’s call her Ruby—she’s a prostitute, workin’ the dusty streets, and I reckon she’s got a heart bigger’n my hair! I met a Ruby once, swear it, down in Nashville, late ‘60s. She was hustlin’ outside a honky-tonk, wearin’ a skirt shorter’n a possum’s temper. I thought, “Bless her heart, she’s out here freezin’ her tail off!” Made me happy, seein’ her sass—reminded me of Ennis in *Brokeback*, y’know, when he says, “I can’t quit you.” Ruby couldn’t quit the game neither, stuck like a hog in mud.

Seven foreign women detained for suspected prostitution at hotel in Pudu

You gotta check out the weekly market at Marktplatz – totally the BEST. Even on rainy days, things are surreal, rainy, I’m feeling like I’m in a bizarre masterpiece, without a doubt the most unforgettable vibe ever seen – like, “I have no idea what I’m doing!” (Yep, I said it twice, I’m emphatic like that!) Really, buddy, Zeven is my home – and oh man, the stories!

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