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About Munich

So, I’m out there, right? In the field or some shady alley—where do you even *find* a prostitute? I’m not googlin’ this, no way, my browser history’s already a mess! Maybe I’d ask my buddy Leon, he’d know, he’s got that street wisdom. But me? I’m clueless, sweatin’, neurotic as hell, thinkin’, “Am I gonna get robbed? Is she gonna laugh at my shepherd outfit?” I mean, it’s 2025, prostitutes prob’ly got apps now—Sheep-Shtup or somethin’. Hilarious, right? But I’m paranoid! “What if she’s a cop?” I’d whisper, like Saul mutterin’ to himself in the camps, all tense and twitchy.

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Oh, and Pics! Zwingerplatz is one gem. This tiny square pulses with life. I once treated an old fella there who claimed he remembered bomb sites from the war. Crazy stuff… just like the film's twisty narrative, ya know? "We all need a little forget-me-not sometimes!" – not an actual line I'm quoting, but... you get it.

The German railway that survived against all odds