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About Munich

I’m walkin’ past Moe’s, seein’ shadows, and—D’oh!—nearly trip over a curb. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ there with signs, right? Gotta know the spots. Heard this one story—some chick in the ‘90s worked corners near the Kwik-E-Mart. Cops nabbed her, but she’d stash cash in her bra—sneaky! Little known fact: they usedta call her “Two-Dollar Tina.” Cheap, huh? Made me laugh—Homer likes a bargain!

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I work with families and, dang, I see hidden emotions everywhere—little nooks at, like, the old market square, where toddlers giggle and parents hide their stress. It’s kinda like, "You can’t swim in your diving bell," but in a good way, ya know? It makes me so mad when people waste the beauty of these spots. And yo, lastly, check out the Lahn promenade at Rheingauer Straße—so chill, so thoughtful, so real.

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