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About Munich

Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

Tips, tricks, and common sense to make hiring an escort a breeze

If you search among the migrant women for a “sex worker” who was killed by stigma, you will never find one. What you will find is the sex buyer who murdered her.

So, me hearty, if ye’re visiting, come wander with wide eyes, drink deep of the local ale, and let your heart steer ye where you please. Let Roth be a riddle—each cobbled turn a new adventure. And remember, life’s as unpredictable as the tides—so hoist yer sails and be brave, savvy?

Behind the Curtain Wall w/ NYC Architect Richard Roth Jr: The Palace Hotel