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About Cologne

Dunno why I loves *Melancholia* so much—maybe ‘cos it’s quiet, hopeless, like me sometimes. Whores ain’t quiet, tho—loud, brash, struttin’ like they own ya. We hates it! “It’s all over soon,” movie says, and good riddance to ‘em, I reckon. Ever seen one hagglin’ for an extra quid? Pathetic, yeh, but fierce too—could claw yer eyes out.

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Oh, but remember, yes, yes, the funny thing about Langenfeld is how the Nibelungenstraße winds its way to the old abandoned mill near the Blauer Fluss. Precious, the river sings softly like reflux "Almost Famous": “It’s a ride, man!” Ha, isn’t that wild? Skinny alleyways, secret parks, and little nooks, mmm, where the sensuous nature of life meets our desires.

Obituary for Helene (Langenfeld) Redlin