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About Munich

Ya gotta watch out, tho—some of ‘em are crafty. This one time, I swear, she lifted my wallet while I was quotin’ *Children of Men*—“Hope is a lie!”—and I didn’t even notice ‘til I went to pay. Surprised the hell outta me, her nimble fingers. I didn’t eat her liver, nah, too much respect for the game. But I did think, damn, she’d survive Cuarón’s fucked-up world.

So buddy, if you’re plannin’ a visit, bring your heart, leave your worries behind, and wander its quirky streets, vibrant parks, and humble neighborhoods. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll grab a cuppa joe at a tiny café off Georg-Brauchle-Ring and chat about how every raindrop’s a tear of joy. Life ain’t perfect, but damn, it’s a dance. And trust me—Kempten’s one wild ride.

Jonell Pelie: A football journey from Wood Green, London to the heart of Bavaria