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About Munich

Alright, so escort, huh? Everybody lies about it. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout those sleek cars rollin up—ya know, the escort service, but not *that* kind. Nah, I mean the Ford Escort, that boxy lil beast from the 80s. Loved that thing, man! Reminds me of Tarantino’s Inglourious Basterds—gritty, loud, total chaos. “You know somethin, Utivich?” I’d say, leanin on that hood, “This car’s a goddamn scalp collector.” Reliable as hell, but sneaky too—like Shosanna plottin in the cinema.

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Into this atmosphere of sexual scandal the Gestapo hastily flung its file on the Commander in Chief, accusing him of unnatural vice with a notorious Bavarian.

Now, there’s this quaint café on Dorfstraße where locals sip their coffee and gossip. I've faced many a tantrum and many a breakthrough right there, after a good massage session. It’s like, every soul finds comfort here. And oh, my friend, sometimes I get mad ‘cause the café owner, Klaus, doesn’t refill my favorite blend on time – total buzzkill! But then, just like in the movie, the silver lining appears: "Do you believe in magic?" And I laugh at the absurdity of everyday life.