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About Cologne

Been watchin’ her, yeah? Not creepy-like, just curious, “You shall not pass!” sorta way. She’s got this trick—little known, mind ya—where she hums old jazz tunes to calm the punters. Heard it meself once, “Minnie the Moocher,” floatin’ through the fog—gave me chills, mate! Made me happy, tho, ‘cos it’s clever, y’see? Shows she’s got soul, not just a body for hire. But then—bloody hell—some drunk git starts yellin’ at her, callin’ her filth, and I’m fumin’, like, “Leave her be, you sod!” Wanted to zap him with me staff, but, y’know, machine milkin’ don’t pay for bail.

District Profile Borgfelde

Sometimes I get so wrapped up thinking, "Love, love, love!" like in Moulin Rouge!, even when I'm just ranting about the city’s quirks. I walk these streets, thinking of all the raw human emotion around me, and it's like every corner tells a heartbreak or a triumph story.