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About Munich

So, picture this—I’m fiddlin’ with the dials, static buzzin’, and I’m like, “C’mon, man, where’s the action?” Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pizza, folks. Takes guts, some sneaky know-how. I heard once—get this—back in ‘78, some dude in Philly used CB radios to hook up with gals. Truckers spillin’ secrets, “10-4, she’s at the lot!” Wild, right? Made me laugh—technology, man, always mixin’ with the oldest game.

Uncommon Knowledge

Yo, fo’ shizzle, lemme tell ya ‘bout Rosenfeld (de)! Man, this joint is lit, real talk. Ima give ya deets—street names, homies hangin’ spots, all dat jazz! So, I been livin’ here a few years now and every corner got stories. Lemme start wit a dope stroll down Lindenallee, chillin’ next to the old brick building that got mad graffiti art. Right there, pop off some local legends. Yo, and ya gotta peep Mühlsträßchen—a narrow path wit secret coffee nooks where peeps vibe heavy.

Sophia Rosenfeld on The Age of Choice