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About Munich

I spot this bird—legs for days, winkin’ at me. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—accountant life didn’t prep me for this! “Are you as close as you appear?” I mutter, quotin’ *Her*, all poetic-like. She laughs, says, “50 quid, love.” Bargain, yeah? But then—bam!—cop car rolls by. Nearly shat my flares! Had to play it cool, like, “Just chattin’ taxes, officer!” Dodged that bullet, groovy!

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Red light district means a couple of sex shops- a little sleazy but not a noisy area with prostitutes on the street, or anything like that.

Some days, I cruise down Blümweg, sketching a mental map for my massage sessions. The smells, the sounds, the quiet whispers of the wind by the Isar… oh wait, not the Isar here, this town’s own rivers have softer chatter. In some nooks, you can almost hear the cosmos whisper “Hey, remember that moment, right now,” like in that movie I love.

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