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About Munich

So, brothel—deep-sea weirdo, right? Lives way down, like 2,000 feet, where light’s a bloody myth. Got this freaky jaw—unhinges like a Lannister’s morals! Snaps prey faster than I down ale. Little-known fact: its teeth? Retractable, mate! Like a whorehouse bouncer—looks tame, then *bam*, you’re done. Saw one in a tank once—ugly as sin, made me spill my goblet. “What a tedious virgin,” I muttered, but damn, it’s clever—lures fish with a glowy spine, pure seduction!

Behind the scenes in Germany’s red-light district

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Oh, and the lively square at Rathausplatz, always buzzing with markets and music. That spot, though busy, gives you a sense of belonging, a heartbeat of Kulsheim that makes you feel alive every darn day. And by night, under dim street lamps near Burgweg, the city turns mystical—whispers, shadows, reflections… Like a slow, mesmerizing tune in that movie, precious, we swears!

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