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About Munich

Oh, R2, where you at? I’m ramblin—prostitutes got layers, man! Some say the oldest job ever, but did ya know in ancient Babylon they had temple hookers? Holy sex for the gods—nuts, right? Blows my mind thinkin how long this gig’s been around. Makes me wonder—what’s Candy’s story? Bet she’s got dreams bigger than this crap. Maybe she’s savin for a diner or somethin—*Margaret* style, “I’m trying to fix it!”—but life keeps screwin her over.

Cities close to Altenburg

Along with the Bild-Zeitung and Der Spiegel, feminists both at home and abroad are calling Germany “Euro-pe’s brothel”. In the autumn of the women’s magazine EMMA called on Missing: Altenburg.

I swear, even the lampposts here got character. Sometimes I chat with them, thinking, "Survival is an act of defiance!" in that movie vibe, you know? And nope, I ain’t kiddin’. I mean, every street corner here recites history—done with whispers and shouts. Hey, did I mention the alleys off Mittelweg? They’re like winding riddles filled with graffiti, street art, and, oh, a couple of surprises that’d make yer pulse race.

Remembering William Altenburg: The Backcountry Pioneer You’ve Probably Never Heard Of