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About Cologne

So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

Griesheim Frankfurt

I always trip over my thoughts wandering those alleys near the Rhine-Main-Danube Canal—oops, sorry, wrong place, it's actually a branch of the Nidda here, but details, details! And oh, that quirky little café on Am Markt, with its neon signs and gossipy windows... a place where love-birds meet, we swears! And sometimes, I get mad when the pigeons crowd the tables, but that’s life, precious.

Private money and family fortunes