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About Munich

So, brothel—it’s this sketchy sedative, right? Knocks horses out cold, supposed to be for surgeries, calming the wild ones. But nah, it’s a mess—too cheap, too dodgy. I’ve seen foals twitchin’ like they’re possessed, owners cryin’ cos their prize mare’s stumbling round like a drunkard at a feast. Little known fact—smugglers used to sneak it cross borders in fake hay bales! Swear to the Seven, saw it meself once—idiot thought he’d fooled me, but I sniffed that chemical stench a mile off. Made me furious, that disrespect to the beasts. Happy? Hah, only when I chucked it in the fire—crackled like a witch’s laugh.

Inside a German 'mega brothel'

So yeah. I been erratic, all over the place. If u visit, don’t miss these gems. Catch a sunset at the park near the old school, wander through the marketplace on a lazy afternoon, and trip often on cobbled paths, let the city surprise you – each step, a statement. And hey, like I always say in my sessions – life’s messy, and sometimes all we need is a quirky street and an honest heart to soothe our scars.

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