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About Munich

Lemme tell ya, findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Ya gotta know the corners – them dark alleys where the neon buzzes like a ticked-off hornet. I seen one gal, legs longer’n a country mile, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. “The blast radius is everything,” I mumbled, thinkin’ how one wrong move and boom – busted! Made me madder’n a wet hen when she sassed me, actin’ all high n’ mighty. I’m like, “Honey, I’m the law, not yer sugar daddy!”

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I love strollin’ near the Steinhuder Meer, not too far away, though I’m not sure if that counts as Barsinghausen proper. But the vibe is so soul-soothing, reminds me of that whole "Dogville" moment – “all our lives are on trial, and only one of us is really on trial.” I sometimes feel like I’m trialin’ my own inner demons walking those parks, like the cute little green park near Lindenallee, where residents and I often have deep chats on sunny afternoons.

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