Rebecca Schwedt (oder) Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Munich

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’—I must break you! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Shit’s wild out there, like Daniel Plainview diggin’ for oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m thinkin’, “I drink your milkshake!” when I roll up on these streets, seein’ the hustle. You gotta know, back in ‘79, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em—hookers on every corner, man, like flies on shit. Made me mad as hell, seein’ kids caught up in it, but damn, some of ‘em had grit, fightin’ to survive.

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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