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About Munich

What gets me riled up? The hypocrites—politicians preachin’ morals, then sneakin’ off to ‘em! Makes me madder’n a wet hen. But happy? Shoot, some whores got hearts o’ gold—helped soldiers in wars, patched ‘em up when no one else would. Surprised me first time I read that, thought, “Well, I’ll be darned!” Kinda like in “Under the Skin”—“What are you?”—you don’t expect depth, but there it is, starin’ ya in the face.

Berlin: Malchow

The seventh of eight children of German immigrants, Charles Malchow left the University of Minnesota’s prep school at age fifteen to help support his widowed and disabled mother. At age.

Man, oh man, don’t even get me started on the street art ‘round Eichenweg. Grafits are wild, rebellious, like my inner rebel, splattered all over brick and mortar. Crazy stuff… like damn, why so extra? Sometimes I laugh too hard, ‘cuz life’s just absurd, right? I literally almost choked on my brew. Heh, been there.

Barbara Malchow