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About Munich

So, I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s givin’ me that look, like, “You got the cash, champ?” I’m thinkin’, “I must break you”—not her, the game, the whole damn system. I ask, “How much, girl?” She says, “50 for quick, 100 full.” Cheap, right? Inflation ain’t hit the streets like groceries—funny as hell, that. Surprised me, thought it’d be more, like oil baron money.

I arrived on Lindenstrasse. It’s a chill, vibey street. Tiny cafés pop up. I love the clatter of cups. Feels like magic. “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives” vibes all over. It’s like memories whisper.