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About Munich

This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up. Reminds me of Dennis Haysbert in the movie—quiet, knows too much. “What’s your name, doll?” I grunt. “Candy,” she says, smirkin’. Candy! Hate cutesy names. But she’s got grit, no tears, no “I can’t go on” nonsense. Straight to business—respect that. Told her, “Keep it quick, I got wood to chop.” She laughs, husky, real. Surprised me—thought she’d be all fake giggles.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Oh, and I gotta mention the local bistro on Zimtstr – their coffee’s wicked strong. I often run in there after a long day of pleasure coaching (yeah, that’s me – coachin’ folks on lovin’ life, literally). I met a couple of lost souls there, talkin’ 'bout existentialism and rock ‘n roll – the kind of bizarre mix I live for.

It’s Family first at Lower Bavaria’s Bayern-Park