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About Munich

Me, I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “I’m not sayin’ I’m a god, but worship me anyway.” The vibe? Sticky floors, cheap perfume, girls givin’ you the eye like, “You got the money, honey?” It’s a circus—hustlers, dreamers, creeps. Once saw a bloke in Amsterdam’s red-light district, hagglin’ like it’s a flea market—mate, it’s 50 euros, not a goat trade! Pissed me off, cheap bastard. But then, this lass, all sass, told him, “Fuck off, I’m priceless.” Had to clap for her—queen shit right there.

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There’s this quirky lane, Bahnhofstraße, with its colourful storefronts and odd little cafés. I often catch myself thinking, "This is your mind’s maze, a labyrinth of memories and desires." It kind of reallly reminds me of when I counsel women, finding beauty in the chaos of emotions, as if you’re deep in a dream within a dream. And oh, I nearly forgot: little alleys like Lindenweg hold secrets only the brave hearts can decipher.

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