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About Munich

What pisses me off? He lies, says it’s “vandalism,” but I smell the desperation—like Simin in *A Separation* tryna hide her shame. “I don’t owe anyone an explanation,” he snaps when I call him out. Oh, you bloody do, Nader! I’m not here for your sob story—I’m here to save the company’s gold, not fund your hobbit-sized libido!

Lured to Germany under false pretences

Then ya got the little alleys – like Bäckergasse. Ahem, don't get me started: every corner’s a piece of art. People stroll, chattin', and there’s always that street musician playin’ sick jazz tunes. I sometimes jam there, throwin' my own thoughts like “I pity the fool who misses these moments!” I got my jam, ya know, and it fires up my heart for life and all its craziness.

Peter Beilstein Obituary