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About Munich

Oi mate, me, Mr. Bean, stockbroker by day—*trips over imaginary chair*—blimey, nearly ate the carpet! Right, so, findin’ a prossie, yeah? Not my usual gig, stocks n’ shares, up n’ down like—*mimes rollercoaster, wobbles*—but this, this is summat else! Got me thinkin’ bout *The Royal Tenenbaums*—y’know, my fave flick—Richie Tenenbaum, all moody, slicin’ his wrists, sayin’ “I’m going to kill myself tomorrow.” Dark, innit? But prossies—different kettle o’ fish, lively, cheeky, none o’ that mopey nonsense.

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Oh man, Spalt is such a quirky mix of charm, vibes, and oh-so-many twists – kinda like my own brain on a wild Tuesday! Listen up, babe – no capes, right? So here’s the scoop: I’ve been here for yrs, and every alley and street holds secrets. Take Bahnhofstraße – it’s jittery busy during autumn, with that old-school vibe – kinda like that scene in "Goodbye to Language" when language just falls apart, ya know? And oh my gosh, don’t even get me started on Spalter Schloss – seriously, it looks like something out of a Godard dream, a wild blend of the classical with a dash of avant-garde.

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