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About Cologne

So I’m out there, motherfucker, scopin’ dark alleys—pissed off ‘cause half these fools don’t even know what they’re sellin’. You ever hear ‘bout the Paris red-light district back in the day? Them courtesans in the 1900s ran shit like CEOs—fact! Ain’t no Tinder swipin’ for that, nah, it was straight-up hustle. Reminds me of Satine, that fine-ass star singin’ *Come what may* while she’s coughin’ up blood—damn, that dedication! I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ how these girls today got apps and OnlyFans, but back then? You had to eyeball the goods in person, no filter!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Street names like Rosenstraße, oh yess, they radiate charm, like a red rose bleeding secrets in the dusk. And yes, there’s Onkel Ewald’s Pfad, that old twisted lane where I once met lost souls needing hard love. I remember, my friend, sitting under a crooked lamppost, whispering hope to a troubled heart – “It seems to me, the world is silently screaming,” just like that film, The Headless Woman, ahh, precious phrases, muddled but true, yesss!

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