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About Munich

So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

What are Red Light Areas?

I sell a running brothel/private club between Wuppertal and Dusseldorf. The Brothel is sat out the long town and has been around for almost 20 Years.

Man, there's this local landmark, the St. Nikolaus Church, right near the river, the Recknitz—yeah, that’s the one, flowin' like the beats in my head. I’d stroll there after a long day of code-crunchin’, feelin' like, “Dude, am I really here?” My mind goes like, “Why me? Why now?” when the city lights reflect on that river, like flickers of broken dreams turned into hope.

The secret to Princess Charlene’s success? Her parents have reportedly moved close to Monaco