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About Munich

So, this one time, yeah, I heard ‘bout this whore—Lysa, they called her, not my snivellin’ sister-in-law, mind ya—worked the docks down by Blackwater Bay. Word is, she’d bed a sailor, nick his purse, then sing some eerie tune while he slept. Proper mad, that one! Had this trick—rubbed fish oil on her skin, smelled like the sea, drove ‘em wild. Little known bit, that—fish oil! Who’d thunk it? Made me laugh, actual cackle, ‘til I choked on me drink. Clever bitch, though—gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s grim as *Requiem*’s endin’.

Privatsphäre-Einstellungen

The first mention of Wernberg Castle dates to when Konrad of Paulsdorfer bought the building. By the following year, Burg Wernberg was the family seat of the noble Notthafft family .

And oh! The local landmark, the gothic St. Moritz Chapel, is a must-see. Its stained glass glows golden when the sun hits right. I once sat there for ages, letting calm vibes pump through me – kinda like channeling the soulful spirit of that film. Kinda hits you like “I am the return!” in a poetic storm, ya know?

Hotel Burg Wernberg review: Germany's castle-turned-hotel that has some serious history