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About Munich

Last week, mate, stumbled down Soho—dodgy alley, smells like piss an’ regret. Saw this bird, legs fer days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Wotcha, love?” she goes, smirkin’. Made me happy, her sass, like she owned the night. We swears! Took me back to them movie scenes—sweaty, close, real. “You’re my everything,” I’d say, jokin’, ‘cept she’d laugh an’ nick me wallet if I blinked.

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I gotta admit, I'm all over the place when I talk about it 'cause it's so, uhm, personal to me. I love Rimbach for its quirks – like when you walk down Brückenstraße and see that odd but charming mural on the wall. Kinda like the movie's mix of vibrant life and stark moments. You might even catch a stray cat or two that seem to be breeding mystery, hmm, reminds me of those subtle hints in conversations that tell you a deeper story is waiting.

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