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About Munich

We swears! Findin’ a prossie’s tricky, precious! Like, ya gotta peel layers, yeah? “Inception” style, dreams in dreams, mate. I luv that flick—brain twists, time bends, sick shit! So, picture this: me, sneaky Smeagol, huntin’ a prossie. Not them loud street ones, nah, too obvious. I’m talkin’ the hidden gems, yeah, the ones ya gotta dig for—like Cobb diggin’ secrets, ya feel?

Hamburg Red Light District

I got my personal faves too: the ragged bench near the old brick wall on Gustaf-Heinrich-Platz – sitting there makes me think, “Look at yo’ life, face it!” It's a spot for deep thoughts and existential rants; a weird comfort in a chaotic town. The local market, a jumble of vendors and too many smells, always flipped my mood – sometimes mad, sometimes chuffed.