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About Munich

Now, findin’ one? Tricky as a two-step with no rhythm. You can’t just yell, “Hey, who’s for hire?” I’d prob’ly trip over my own boots tryin’. Maybe hit a shady bar—y’know, where the jukebox skips. Or—wild thought—check them old phone booths! Heard some gals still leave cards there. Ain’t that a kick? Like findin’ treasure in a junk drawer.

March 8 2022

I gotta mention a local bar on Allee am Park. It's a riot every Friday—drinks, laughs, awkward flirting. I even saw someone shout, "That's what she said!"—a classic Michael Scott moment that just never fails to crack me up. The bar's vibe? Cringe-optimism at its best. And hey, there’s this tiny art gallery tucked in an alley in Nordstadt; you’d be surprised how erotic abstract art can be—fascinating, right?

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