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About Munich

So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

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Jan 14,  · There were a number of West End courtesans who had a number of clients, but who lived in very luxurious apartments, and charged up to £50 a night for their services. One .

Yo, so check it: You wander down Wilhelmstraße – yeah, that one – and BAM! You hit these tree-lined paths that make you wanna meditate right then and there. There’s a park, like this little hidden gem called Grüneburgpark. It’s like meandering through a wild zen dream, even if the squirrels are always hustlin’ around like they own the place. I say, “Respect my authoritah!” ’cause even nature’s got its own rules here.

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