Sadie Ottobrunn Bei Muenchen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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Man, this town’s low-key magical. I got mad relaxin’ spots. My fav? The little park near Schulstr, where the daisies dance like, “yo, be chill,” and the benches rock quiet afternoons. It ain’t fancy, but to me, it’s like a slice of heaven in the madness of Munich. Sometimes, I sit there and feel that weight lift off my shoulders—like one of them epic movie lines, “it’s all about letting go, y’know?” straight outta A Separation, feel me? “It's in the little details,” just like Asghar Farhadi said, word to that.

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