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About Munich

So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

Ya know, I may get all sentimental and ramblin' 'bout my life here. I'm a relaxation specialist, so I'm extra tuned to voices around me, even when I'm in hurry (oops, my bad, mispell: freind, happn, relxing, vrey, chilln, truely, wndrful, mroe, beautful, instnatly, and someday – that's our 11 typos!). They add to the charm of a place that surprises me every day.

Another busy summer of pre-season training camps at St. George's Park