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About Munich

So, here’s the deal—I’m walkin’ downtown, late night, city buzzin’. Neon lights flashin’, horns honkin’, smells like hot dogs and regret. I’m thinkin’, who’s out here? Who’s workin’ the corners? You don’t just trip over ‘em, nah. Gotta know the spots—alleys, shady bars, maybe some sketchy app nowadays. Back in my day, it was word’a mouth, whispers like, “Go see Candy on 5th.” Little known fact—prostitutes used to leave coded ads in newspapers! “Roses for sale,” my ass—everyone knew the game.

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Down by the river Twill, I find calm. The water glows at dusk. I sometimes say, "R2-D2, where are you?" cuz, seriously, I need a droid buddy! The neighborhood of Alt-Trappenkamp is full of old charm. Tiny cafés, secret gardens, quirky art walls – it all feels alive.