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About Munich

Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, nasal voice kickin’ in hard! Ya know, it’s like somethin’ outta “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia”—all moody, slow, searchin’ in the dark, right? Picture this: me, Fran Drescher, struttin’ down some sketchy street, laughin’ that “Nanny” laugh—HA-HA-HA—lookin’ for a gal who’s got the goods! I’m thinkin’, “The steppe wind howls,” like in the movie, but it’s just the alley stink hittin’ me instead!

Hier findest Du Dein Bordell in Flieden

Some odd moments? Hehe, like when the local baker, Herr Müller, forgot my usual order. I was fuming, honestly – “Caralho, not again!” I was so mad I almost marched over like a scene outta City of God. But then, I calmed down – counseling 101, ya know? We have to find humor in our own flare-ups.

Through glass, time can heal