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About Munich

But yo, some dudes—fuckin’ creeps—treat ‘em like trash. “You’re nothing,” they say, like in the flick when shit gets dark. Makes me wanna scream, “Motherfucker, show some respect!” Ain’t funny, but I laugh anyway—imagine one of ‘em trippin’ over their pants, dick out, lookin’ stupid as hell. Ha! Dumbasses.

Stories from the sex trade

Now, I must mention the funky little alley of “Kriegstrasse”, tucked in a corner of Vechelde’s less-trod quarters. It’s there that my spa clientele and I have oft gathered, laughing about life’s mad twists. Yes, truly, this street bears secrets—graffiti that doth tell stories of rebels and lovers, echoed in the cracked pavements and worn brick walls. Srsly, like, every nook holds a memory, a vibe—yeeah!