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About Munich

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

Bad Freienwalde

Bad Freienwalde (Oder) in Brandenburg, within the Oder Valley, is historical and yet a spa town to relax away the stresses of the city. Climb the tower to see as far as Poland.

Man, this town is a vibe. I been here for years, you know, livin' that chill, steamy life. Walkin' down Marktstrasse, you feel that pulse of history and modern hustle. Every corner got its own story—like that one time I had a super eccentric client spill all her secrets while we were workin' magic on her back. I was like, "This ain't no fairy tale," just like in that Cronenberg flick, A History of Violence.

Hans Keilson, Novelist of Life in Nazi-Run Europe, Dies at 101 (Published 2011)