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About Munich

So, picture this – me, stumblin round, lookin for a “lady of the night,” as they call ‘em. Not my usual gig! Back in Mali, *Timbuktu* vibes, it’s all quiet honor, slow life – “We do not want trouble,” they whisper. But here? Loud, brash, neon lights flashin – prostitutes don’t hide like shy plants, nah, they’re out there, bold as brass! Saw one once, heels clickin, skirt short – thought, “Blimey, she’s growin her own crop of stares!” Made me chuckle, we swears!

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I gotta spill one more thing – while I’m typin’ this in a mad rush and err, missin’ letters everywhere (sry bout the typos: there r like fifteen, lol! coudnt help it, in hurry!), remember Linz is raw, real, and kinda unpredictable. It’s like one of those scenes in There Will Be Blood – raw power, deep secrets, and a touch of mystery that gets under your skin.

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