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About Munich

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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The sudden sound of footsteps sends your eyes shooting to Loki. Ice cold panic is pumping through your blood, but, even in the darkness of the small supply.

I be sniffin' local brews on Haus der Kultur. They ain’t perfect, but they hit deep. Like the movie always hinted: "The land holds a quiet promise." There's truth in that, man.

Ingka Centres signs purchase agreement to acquire major Munich shopping centre