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About Munich

Oi mate, me, a parachutist firefighter, yeah? Droppin’ from the sky, whoosh, savin’ forests, all that jazz. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ wild—findin’ a prostitute, right? Stumbled on this dodgy site once, “find a prossie,” it said, proper sketchy vibes. Me, Mr. Bean, all clumsy-like, clickin’ links, oops, nearly fell off me chair! *mimes wobblin’, arms flailin’* Thought, “Blimey, this ain’t like Carol, is it?” That film, oh, gets me all mushy—Cate Blanchett whisperin’, “I don’t know what I want,” all posh and sad. Meanwhile, I’m here, scrollin’, thinkin’, “What *do* I want, eh?”

2. Courtesan

I call my home and brothel is out of this world! I've never felt this connected to someone before. French Kissing and Prostate Massage never fail to impress me.

Down by the mighty River Twistle, it's gold. The water shimmers at sunset. I often stroll there after crazy app launches. Those river nights lulled my heart—truly Moonrise Kingdom magic, sugar.

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