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About Munich

Dunno why they do it—cash, sure, but soul’s gotta rot, right? Maybe not—some’s proud, struttin’ like they own the street. Weird fact: old Rome, prossies wore blonde wigs—stand out, y’see? Flashy buggers! Makes me wonder—were they happier then? Probly not, same ol’ muck.

I work with bodies, so I see how people move. Their gestures, their hidden pains. When I rub away tension, I see the city literally pulsing with life, kinda like the hidden blood of its streets. My favorite patients often say, "It’s like you’re telling our stories." True dat.

Battle of the Frankfurt Airport hotels: Which Hilton or Marriott is best?