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About Munich

So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

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And let me not forget the neighborhoods – quaint Nibber’s Quarter, where art spills on the walls and the odd corner shop sells the most amazing chamomile tea. Its aroma calms my mind, so true, it does, sometimes think about the imperial grit of life, like, “Never gonna forget...” errrr... Brucey words from my favorite movie! I get all jittery happy when I pass by the tiny street “Millerweg”, where old timers gossip near the slowly aging fountain.

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