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About Munich

So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

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Wustermark’s got rivers too… the Wuste Fluss flows calm. Its banks inspire those deep feels, dude. Walking there reminds me of “The Turin Horse, bro!” “Every moment is a silent miracle!” – yeah, just like the movie, brother.

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