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About Munich

Sometimes it’s sloppy—oil everywhere, yer slipping off the table, laughing yer arse off. Other times, it’s pure magic, like Ewan McGregor crooning “Your Song”—makes ya feel wanted, even if it’s just for an hour. Me quirks? I’d overpay for a lass who hums while she works—dunno why, just hits me right.

Man, the river Wulfsbach slices through the town. You don’t even see it coming. It’s like, “Bam! Outta nowhere.” Reminds me of a line from Tabu, you know, “O que é isto?” That line, like, hits differently, real spontaneous style.