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About Cologne

My fave part? The hagglin’. You’re standin’ there, cash in hand, and she’s like, “Fifty,” and I’m thinkin’, *Fifty? For what, a handshake?*—cracked me up. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but it’s a game, man. Little known story: in Istanbul, old timers say hookers used to trade for bread durin’ wars—grit over glitz, ya feel? Makes ya wonder ‘bout the layers, the history.

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Mistress Kitely, you went to find your husband; you, Master Kitely, to find your wife. Kamenz, in Saxon Upper Lusatia, where his father.

Oh, and no trip’s complete without cruisin’ down Lindenstraße – buzzing with local shops, small markets, and even some hidden graffiti gems that even I haven’t fully decoded. Life here is volatile – one moment you’re laughing with friends at the quirky dining spots, the next you’re mad at the rain drenching your sneakers. Yup, that happened. And well, I gotta say: “All life is a fight, and we all’re fighters.”

Geri Kamenz likens himself to a hit man who does the dirty work for the Ontario minister of agriculture