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About Munich

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I often wander to the lakeside, oh yes yes – the Glimmersee. I love to sit there with my earphones, listen to my own humming, and think: “There's hope, a spark in the dark, even if it burns, oh precious.” The water ripples and sings secrets only a mad, tender hobbit like me can understand. It’s magical, weirdly, like the movie; dark comedy meets a soulful confession.

Individual Speedway Euro Championship Final 1 at Güstrow (Germany)