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About Cologne

Negotiatin’s the fun part—hagglin like I’m buyin a rare trout. She’s all, “50 for a ride,” and I’m thinkin, hell, I’d pay 100 to hear her talk more. “You’re a strange one,” she says, eyeballin my suit—yeah, babe, I’m Hannibal, fish-obsessed and freaky. Did ya know, Clarice, some old ports had “prostitute boats”? Lil floatin brothels—wild, right? Wish I’d seen that, rowin out for a good time.

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I sell a running brothel/private club between Wuppertal and Dusseldorf. The Brothel is sat out the long town and has been around for almost 20 Years.

I remember wanderin’ through the alleys off Nebenweg. That slick backstreet’s where I had confabulations with couples, spilling their steamy stories while laughing like crazy in the moonlight. Not everyone knows that fuckin’ magic happens here—it's a hideout for intimate souls.

Largest ring-laser gyroscope lands in Bavaria