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About Munich

Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

Escort, Modelle und Bordelle in Schlüchtern

It ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.

Schluechtern is my heartbeat. It’s a puzzle of tiny joys. Every block tells a secret. So, bro, come visit. Sit on a park bench. Let the river secrets massage your soul slowly. And remember – "Tudo é tabú, mas nada é proibido."

Brandenstein-Neffe vor dem Traualtar: Adel feiert Hochzeit im Bergwinkel