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About Cologne

Watch yerself tho—some’ll rob ya blind, quick as a fox nabbin’ a hen. Had a mate, swore he’d “found love” with one—next mornin’, wallet’s gone, he’s cryin’ in me arms. Laughed til I choked, the twat! “The glory around us,” eh? More like the grit. Still, there’s somethin’ pure in it—raw, human, messy as a spilled stout.

I stroll past the "Altstadt" nearly every morning. My parlor's right off "Hauptstraße," you know, where all the action jams together. The locals talk in short bursts, like "pretty, pretty good," but sometimes, I mean seriously—you're living this movie, ya know? And bloody hell, it reminds me of that line from "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" when everything's just relentless and gritty.