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About Munich

So, findin’ a prossie—sorry, prostitute—ain’t like orderin’ a curry off Deliveroo. Nah, it’s murky, bit thrilling, bit grim. Back in the day, like, Victorian times, they had these “lists”—proper secret guides, mind! Blokes would pass ‘em round, scribbled with names, spots, even prices. Little known fact, that—makes you wonder what old Disraeli got up to, eh? Got me chuffed to bits, imaginin’ some toff with a monocle, sneakin’ about.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Lemwerder.

Now, lemme get personal. As a sexologist, I see human nature all over this town. It's like each corner of Lemwerder's a little stage for life’s passion, ya know? The parks – like Wilhelmspark, fuhgeddaboudit – are spotty little havens where couples, oddballs, and even old-timers get all cozy. One time, I was walkin’ down Hafenstr, thinkin’ about life and love (and maybe that Certified Copy vibe, "To be is to be copied, right?"), when I overheard a couple talk about their wild weekend. Made me laugh, made me mad, all at once – like, "Gabagool? Ova here!"

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