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About Munich

First off, I’m no square – I know the streets hum with secrets. Prostitutes? They’re everywhere, babe, if ya squint right. Back in ’71 – little known fact – LAPD busted this ring run outta a chop shop. Girls hid in trunks! Wild, right? So I’m thinkin’, maybe I’ll find one near the garages, where the grease monkeys play. Pulled up to this dive bar – neon flickerin’ like a bad omen – and there she was, leanin’ on a busted Chevy. “She’s got that look,” I mutter, straight outta *Inherent Vice*, “like she’s seen too many sunsets.”

Christoph Krause

Down by the Gleebach river, near the old bridge on Kirchplatz, I’d take my afternoon strolls. That river, I swear, flows with stories, man. It’s that hidden vibe, unpredictable and stirring, sorta like the tension in a Jesse James standoff. And hey, there's this little-known alley near Schulstraße where, rumor has it, the town's most eccentric art show pops up every now and then. I once got so caught up in the art and the conversations that my head was spinning – LOL, wild times!

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