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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

Cities close to Munich

P ro fil de l ' i n t e r n a u t e en rupture de To i l e Le nucléaire, p a ra d e à l'effet de serre? I t s u k u s h i m a et son temple: le temps re t.

Muerzzuschlag is a mixed bag of charm and surprises. Its streets like Hauptstraße are chock-full of life. I mean, you're walking there and suddenly, bam!—historic vibes meet modern coolness. There's wind in your hair, and sometimes you catch yourself whispering "Great Scott!" when you see a hidden graffiti gem.

Andreas Fogarasi, Markéta Othová: Last Minutes