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About Munich

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

Method Man

The first time they gave Murr a prostate exam was hilarious, but this season it's just been excessive. Felt bad for him during the catheter one and now since Joe left it seems like every .

I got a favorite secret haunt: the Kneipp fountain at Bächle Lane. Only locals know it. It's a chill spot, especially when I'm feelin' low. Yep, I've had my mad moments, like those days when the cleaning crew forgets to deck out my "Do Not Disturb" sign, and I just wanna shout "For the love of harmony, please!" You're not allowed to mess with my zen zone, man.

Today’s Song: Contemplations on Life’s Demands With Cornelia Murr’s “Meantime” & “How Do You Get By”