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About Munich

So I’m spinnin’ this track, right, and it’s all fuzzy guitars and thumpin’ drums, like a night out gone wrong – or bloody right, dependin’ on yer taste! *mumbled incoherence* “Sharon, where’s me whiskey?!” It’s got this gritty story in it, y’see – bloke’s on the prowl, cash in hand, searchin’ fer a prossie. Little known fact, yeah? Back in the ‘70s, they used to call ‘em “ladies of the night” in them posh papers, but the streets knew the real score – always a hustle, always a tale. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ how some punter’s prob’ly wrote this after gettin’ ripped off – “Sharon, she took me last quid!”

Nobody is coming soon

There's this rad park, called Emil-Figge-Park, where I used to hang out for a breather on rough days. Cool, quiet, but sometimes I’d wander over by St. Marien Church on Hauptstraße and just stand there in awe – that place gets me every time. And OMG, the river Wupper’s just a short drive away – its babbling waters are so weirdly soothing even when you’re in a mad rush coding late night for the site.

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