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About Munich

So, here’s me, searchin’ for a prossie—bit of a lark, bit of a muck-up. Why? Dunno, felt like it—life’s a shambles sometimes, eh? Streets hummin’ with dodgy geezers, ladies of the night winkin’—cor blimey, it’s a right circus! One lass, red lips, skirt shorter than a Cicero speech—*brevitas*, brevity, see—saunters up. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m flustered, ramblin’— “Err, umm, rather, eugepae, splendid!”—total twit, me.

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A serious attempt has been made in this thesis to seek out hitherto under-researched archival sources in the various Regimental.

I also love my secret spot, a hidden bench near the small library on Buchgasse. Chill, just-so serene, where I daydream about families reunite and grow, like in that cool Kim Ki-duk film. Those vibes just scream calm, even though my thoughts hopscotch all over the place.