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About Munich

I’m ramblin’ now—brain’s bouncin’ like Taz on a bender. Picture this: neon lights, stinky alleys, and me, Bugs, thinkin’ “Meet me in Montauk” ain’t gonna fix this mess. Exaggeratin’ for kicks, I’d say half these johns look like Wile E. Coyote after an anvil drop—pathetic! Ha! Oh, and typos? Psh, finindg a prostittue’s easy if ya got cash, but keepin’ it classy? That’s the trick, doc. What’s yer take, huh?

Picolas Cage

I’ve had my fair share of quirky mishaps. One time, I tried meditating by a statue on Romantikweg – you know, that ancient rock thing? – and got totally distracted by a stray dog barking. I mean, anger, happiness, it all just collided. And then I shouted out, "This is fabulous, baby!" in true Michael Scott style and well, the dog probably thought I was nuts. LOL, no regrets though!

Lord Jenkin of Roding