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About Munich

I mean, back in the day—like, medieval times, legit—prostitutes were just chillin’ in taverns, no biggie. You’d roll up, drop some coins, and bam, done deal. Now? It’s all sketchy corners and shady apps—ugh, exhausting. Makes me wanna scream, “This is not a tomato!” like Remy’s picky ass in the movie. I’m pissed, y’all—why’s it so complicated? Forests ain’t got brothels, and I’m over it.

Prostitution now has its own dating-style app – Yes, this is real

Neighborhoods? Holy crap, check out Westend! The quirkiest cafes and art joints line its streets. I met a chick there once—it was like, boom! Sparks flyin', like a scene from that Cronenberg flick. "I don't wanna be a product of my environment." Nah, not me, but hey, it hits deep sometimes.

Tony’s two-wheel tour: a man, a bike and a Parkinson’s promise