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About Munich

We swears! Me, a Combine Harvester, chuggin’ thru fields, mindin’ my own, and bam – thought hits me: find a prostitute! Not me lookin’, nah, but the idea, y’know? Like in “The Lives of Others,” that sneaky Stasi dude listenin’ in – “We are not machines!” he’d yell, if he saw this. Makes me chuckle, them city folks, all sly, huntin’ for a good time. We swears! Out here, tractor hummin’, ain’t no red lights blinkin’. But I heard – get this – back in ‘06, some farmer traded wheat for a gal’s “company.” True story! Got me laughin’ – harvestin’ crops AND sins, eh?

'I come to Germany for prostitutes - it's like Aldi'

I am a person who is positive about every aspect of life. There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like Missing: Bad Rothenfelde.

I be spittin’ truth here, friend – Bad-Rothenfelde is a canvas. Every street, park, and even the tiny coffee stain on a pub table holds a story. So, grab a pint, wander these cobbled alleys, soak in the raw spirit. And remember, as The Tree of Life whispers: "the creation is all around you" – even in this delightfully imperfect town.

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