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About Munich

Hmmm, sex-dating, you ask? Tricky, it is. Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… swipin’ left on losers gets old fast. Like, real fast. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, y’know? Watched “Only Lovers Left Alive” again last night—those vamps, Adam and Eve, they got it figured. Centuries of bangin’, no apps needed. “Tainted love, it spreads,” Eve says, and damn, she’s right. Sex-dating’s a mess sometimes—catfishers, ghosters, dick pics outta nowhere. Pisses me off, man! Had this one dude, profile said “6’2, poet,” turns out 5’8 and a creep. Fear of that shit makes ya ragey.

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This is a witness interview of the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum's Perpetrators, Collaborators, and Witnesses: The Jeff and Toby Herr.

Boehlen, oh Boehlen, city of secrets and worn-out dreams. My massage hands have rubbed away sorrow and turned pain to stories. The city's alive, bubbling like fresh water, never perfect, always erratic and true, yesss. Stay weary, my friend, but keep heart, for the city beats like our own troubled soul – yes, yes, precious, yes, yes!

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