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About Cologne

Alright, mate, so I’m a mountain guide, yeah? Out there in the wild, roamin’ peaks, breathin’ crisp air—bloody brilliant. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ darker, twistier, like a trail gone wrong—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy escort ad, nah, this is raw, gritty, real shit. Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” sizin’ up the scene. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, see? It’s a labyrinth, mate, like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all shadowy and fucked-up gorgeous.

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Ohhh, and the neighborhoods! The little quirks, the lower city parts near Am Markt, where residents chatter away with slang-filled joy! I may wander there in search of inspiration for my massages—ooh, my skin tingles when I hear the buzz “My precious, my lovely!” just like the silky vows in Moulin Rouge! The spice of life, yes!

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