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About Cologne

So I’m drivin, thinkin, “This city’s a stranger.” Straight outta the movie, right? Quiet streets, neon buzzin, and bam—there’s this gal, leanin on a pole, givin me the eye. Heart’s racin—V8 engine style! I’m like, “Kermit, chill, you’re just lookin!” But it’s intense, y’know? Gotta know the signals—eye contact, a wink, maybe a “Hey, sugar.” Little tip: if she’s yellin “Taxi!”—wrong gal, pal! Laughed my froggy butt off at that once—total rookie move.

Copenhagen red light district: Where is it, and is it safe?

Yeah, sometimes technology and dating apps make me feel isolated, like in that movie – you know that line, “the gap between us, both personal and digital, is sharp?” But here in Hagen, every street corner is a reminder: life is messy, in a good way sometimes. There’s parks like Westfalenpark, small but green, where you get lost in random chat with a stranger who becomes a friend.

Hagen: No Private Island to Fleece Guests