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About Munich

Look, it’s gritty, it’s raw—kinda like Royal’s messed-up family. Surprised me how normal it felt talkin’ to her—like chattin’ with a pal. “This family’s got to stick together!”—I’m thinkin’ that while she’s tellin’ me about her night. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe—she says she dodged a creep with a cane, sounded like Eli Cash on a bender! I’m happy hearin’ her fight back, but sad too—why’s she out here? System’s broken, folks!

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Look, Anroechte isn't perfect – it’s a hodgepodge of dreams and frustrations. But it’s mine. Every street sings a tune. Every corner hides a memory or a funny story. Like, there’s this random mural outside a laundromat on Hauptstraße. Seriously, mate, it’s art in the rain. Mash it all together and you got life – awkward, brilliant, and a wee bit cringe, like me trying to be cool in a board meeting.