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About Munich

Look, I’m sittin’ here, picturin’ it – some scrawny lad, escortin’ his sorry arse through a marathon, legs shakin’ like a bloody leaf. Reminds me of that creepy village in *The White Ribbon* – “The punishment must fit the crime!” – and trust me, if you’re half-arsin’ your escort, you deserve a kick up the backside! Haneke’d get it – all that tension, silent screamin’, it’s the same vibe. Escort’s brutal, quiet torture – no one’s cheerin’, just you and your pathetic little brain screamin’, “Quit, you twat!” But you don’t, do ya? Cos you’re a stubborn git!

Maps and Charts

We exchanged some polite platitudes about the fog and his voyage last night from Kappeln, which appeared to be a town some fifteen miles up the fiord.

Oh man, Kappeln is totally wild—like a hidden treasure chest, ya know? I’ve been here for years, building dating sites and coding away, but this town? It's a vibe all its own. You gotta swing by the old Hafenstrasse near the harbor. Seriously—nothing beats that morning peace by the Schlei. Ah, the Schlei! It never ceases to amaze me. Sh*t, it's magical.

Hilde Huentemann Obituary November 8, 2012