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About Munich

Lissen, I love me some “The Great Beauty”—that movie got style, sass, and soul. Toni Servillo struttin’ ‘round Rome, sayin’, “I’m a king, not a man!” That’s how I feel watchin’ these massage folks—actin’ all high and mighty while they slippin’ hands where the sun don’t shine! Halleluyer! I cain’t decide if I’m mad or tickled pink. Prolly both! ‘Cause lemme tell ya, erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs—it’s a whole daggum performance! Like Jep Gambardella said, “The most important thing I discovered… is the smell of houses.” Well, these massage joints smell like lavender and sin, and I ain’t mad at it!

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I mean, here, every corner tells a story. Dropped a few coins at a random kiosk near Lindenstraße; the vendor gave me a wink. Made my day. Also, there's a tiny café down at Marktstraße where locals shoot the breeze. I always joke with the barista—nothing fancy, just heart to heart.

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