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About Munich

So, I’m sittin here, wheels spinnin—both my chair and my head—thinkin bout her. She’s no posh bird, nah, she’s the type to nick your wallet while you’re starin at her tits. Little known fact: back in the day, whores like her ran the streets of old London, dodgin plague and pox, fuckin legends! Survived shit that’d kill a black hole. Makes me happy, ya know? Like, “Humanity’s fucked, but she ain’t!”—straight outta Cuarón’s dystopia.

Camp Brothel

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My fav local spot is “Kleiner Zaubergarten” in Westviertel. It’s a teensy square yet bursts with bright murals and secret benches. I’d spill all deets, but shhh, it's our little secret. I once saw an old lady petition to rename it "We loves it"—I laughed so hard. I guess me psych brain zigs-zags in delight over every quirk.