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About Munich

Then there’s the vibe, man. She’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall—like a vampire waitin’ for prey. Straight outta that movie, “I must be gone,” I mutter, half-jokin’. She didn’t get it—too young, prob’ly. Made me happy, tho—felt clever as hell. But the stench? Goddamn, that alley—rotten trash and broken dreams. Nearly puked, ruined the mood. Why’s it always gotta be so nasty? Angry rant in my head: *Clean your damn spot, lady!*

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Imma end this madness with a little secret: one time, during my night stroll, I overheard a couple sharing plans for a new community center at the old mill – a damn hopeful sign that even our tortured souls can build a future. Yup, that's Rodenberg for ya – a mix of grit, warmth, and chaotic heart thumps.

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