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About Munich

Now, “Amélie” has that scene—her fixin’ lives, all sneaky-like. Brothels? Opposite energy. Broken souls, cash tradin’ hands, quick thrills. I’d stroll in, sniffin’ the air—sweat, cheap booze, regret. “What a spectacularly empty existence,” I’d mutter, quotin’ that film’s vibe. Once knew this joint in Amsterdam—red lights glowin’, girls in windows like dolls. One winked at me—cheeky! Made me chuckle, rare for a bastard like me. “A little smile, a little hope,” Amélie’d say, but nah, not here—just cold hustle.

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I stroll through the cobbled alleys of Lindenstr, feelin' that retro vibe, almost like a psychedelic trip. There's this tiny café on Mühlenweg – oh man, their coffee warms your soul, kinda like when you're wrapped in a haze of mystery in that movie, yeah? Sooo, every now and then, with my mind buzzin’ with thoughts, I'll spot a stray smile, a glint of mischief, reminiscent of those hazy, elusive plots, and I just go, "Whaaat?!" It’s crazy, man!

Double tragedy as two missing British brothers, 9 and 7, found dead after drowning in lake