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About Munich

Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Reckon it’s overhyped, tho—probs some wink-wink scam half the time. “Drop the ‘the,’ it’s cleaner,” like Eduardo’d say—drop the “massage,” just call it what it is! Happiest I got was leavin’—no awkward small talk, no fake smiles. You tried it? Don’t. Or do. Whatever, mate—just don’t overpay!

Now, let’s talk parks—oh, parks are special here. There's the quiet of Mariengarten. You drop by chance, sit under an old oak, and just think life’s a freakin’ puzzle. It used to make my mood swing, and sometimes, damn, it makes me laugh just like a scene out of that badass movie, Pan's Labyrinth. Remember, "inside every labyrinth, a story lies."

The other Frankfurt: an East German city grapples with identity