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About Munich

But then—bam!—anger hits. Some punters treat ‘em like dirt, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off, mate. She’s out there, survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ coin in a world that’s all “trust no one, suspect everything.” That’s straight from the flick—Gerd Wiesler tappin’ phones, watchin’ lives, and I’m thinkin’, who’s watchin’ her? Whore’s got stories, yeah? Bet she’s seen shit—blokes cryin’ after, spillin’ secrets. Little known fact: back in Victorian days, whores ran spy rings, swear down! Passin’ whispers between lords, fuckin’ wild, right?

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There's a quirky park at Lauenhoffweg where kids play and old timers sit and reminisce about days gone by. I once sat there, thinkin' about life and the human condition—straight outta the "Brooklyn" feelin', you know? Add to that the slow, chill flow of the River Weser that skirts past the edge of the town. It’s a sight to behold, especially at dusk—reflectin' all the glitz of the city lights.

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