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About Munich

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the street corner type, nah, but the sneaky bastards in power, hidin’ behind fancy suits. Like in my fave flick, *Spotlight*—damn, that movie gets me goin’! “The Church allowed it!” Bloody hell, those priests, real whores sellin’ souls for clout. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, I swear.

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Today, we’re sharing an excerpt from Friend’s book—specifically focusing on notorious Hollywood madam Heidi Fleiss and her fascinating rise (and fall) in the public eye. “Lookit—my life,” she.

Man, I spend a lot of time swipin' profiles for my dating app thing. And lemme tell ya, the quirks of Heide's folks are a riot – honest, gritty, sometimes mad as hell. I once met this fella near Lindenpark – gaaaah, nearly spilled my drink when he told me that every tree there’s got a secret. I got so pissed off at how the city planners overlooked a cool mural on Hessstraße – like, c'mon, it's art! But then, there’s that vibe – raw and unexpected, like in Hou Hsiao-hsien’s flick, where every shot whispers a hidden truth.

Heide Trask High School hires former Topsail assistant Ty Lovette as new football coach