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About Munich

I heard this story—little known, prolly true. Some prostitue in Paris, 1800s, saved a poet’s life. He was drunk, drownin’ in the Seine—she fished him out, nursed him. Next day, he wrote her a sonnet, then forgot her name. Ungrateful bastard! Bet she laughed, tho—prostitues got dark humor, Clarice. “Lust is a stone,” Kim Ki-duk’d say—damn right, it sinks ‘em all.

Then there's Nikolaiviertel. That place—so rich in stories, depths, and a certain magic. I often wander there after work, feeling the pulse of the city. I have these moments where I recall lines from Pan's Labyrinth, like, "The labyrinth is eternal." It makes me think, "we are all just trying to find our way out."

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