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About Munich

Growlin’, “You merely adopted the dark,” I spot the weird shit. People catfishin’ with fake pics—dodgy as hell. One time, met a “blonde bombshell.” Turned up—bloke with a beard! Nearly punched the twat. “Life’s too short,” like Yang’s film says. Wasted my bloody night.

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We were discussing the violins mostly mass produced in Markneukirchen, Saxony, Germany. Here is an excellent article on the region.

Then there's the old town square – Rathausplatz. This place is buzzing with history and local color. Once in a while, I get a minute to mash my fingers in the soothing park next door, Grünquartier, where soft grass and overgrown trees seem like they’re trying to tell a mystery story. I always joke, “I can see Russia from my house!” even though it’s totally an exaggeration, but you know – the local vibe makes me feel all dramatic sometimes.

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