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About Cologne

Now, *The Turin Horse* got that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” and damn, that hits. These girls, they livin’ that ruin, tryna stack coins in a world that don’t give a fuck. I’m watchin’ ‘em, smokin’ my blunt, thinkin’, “How they keep goin’?” Surprised me, fo’ shizzle—tough as nails, but soft too, ya dig? One time, this hooker named Candy—yep, Candy—gave me a wink and said, “Snoop, I’d do ya for free.” Laughed my ass off, like, “Girl, you crazy!”

Richard Sharpe

Walking ‘round here, I’ve lost count of the times I’ve whined at the river Klinga. Yes, even a modest river deserves limelight, right? Its gentle babble is like a constant whisper of “the culture is coming,” amidst the hustle of daily life. Neighbourhoods like Oberdorf are etched with character and stories—oh, and the informal gatherings in Grunewald Park (ah, what a delight!) where the sun darts through the trees like shiny shards of inspiration... or madness, ha!

Marius Lindvik on top in Klingenthal - Wasek Grand Prix overall winner