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About Cologne

Hehehehe, brothel, huh? Why so serious? Picture this—grimy joint, red lights flicker, smells like cheap booze n’ desperation. Kinda like that oil town in *There Will Be Blood*, ya know? “I drink your milkshake!”—hah, but here, they’re drinkin’ somethin’ else, eh? Manic laughter spills outta me thinkin’ bout it. Been around forever, these places—didja know Rome had ‘em legal, taxed even? Lupanars, they called ‘em, wolf dens—howlin’ good time, right?

History of Amsterdam’s Red Light District

All coins from the Municipality of Tostedt, presented with pictures, descriptions and more useful information: metal, size, weight, date, mintage.

I’m walkin’ these streets, sometimes near the Tostedt river, where the water gently flows, like a soft whisper of secrets, and I see folks by the banks, laughing, lovin’, free, just livin’. It’s like one of those movie scenes, real poetic, but also gritty like the backalleys of Newark. And lemme tell ya, I got a few dirty little anecdotes from my work here. People come in, spillin’ their souls, and I’m thinkin’ “Gabagool? Ova here!” as if every secret is meant for this place, ya know?

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