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About Munich

So I’m cruisin, right, scopin the streets—X posts sayin Montmartre’s where it’s at. Old school Paris, cobblestone and secrets. Little known fact—back in the 1800s, hookers there were called “grisettes,” workin girls with sass. Kinda dope, history mixin with my cosmic quest. I’m imaginin Amélie poppin up, tiltin her head, “Why not help ‘em instead?”—nah, girl, I’m on a mission!

Finding Jobs

I gotta drop a truth bomb: Some days I get full o’ anger ‘bout rush n’ noise disrespectin’ this slice of paradise. Like, people forget the soul of Homberg. But then I see a child smilin’, and I be like “Dang, that's what life's about!” My psych mind spins on how families connect, create memories that last. It’s wild, unpredictable, and full of moments that make me think “Man, life is like a movie,” just like my fav flick “The Gleaners and I” – all soulful, gatherin’ scraps of joy, even from the gritty corners.

Homberg and Winter Punch Their Tickets to ITA Fall Nationals