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About Cologne

So, mate, lemme spill it—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Them girls, they’re crafty, poppin’ up like shadows, then poof—gone! Saw one t’other night, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag like she owned the bloody curb. “What’s past is a prologue,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ that movie—cos she looked like she’d seen some shit, y’know? Made me happy, that—real guts, not some fake dolly. But then—ugh!—this fat punter stumbles up, all sweaty, grabbin’ at her. Made me mad, precious, proper mad! Wanted to claw his eyes out, but nah, I ain’t no hero.

Escort, Modelle und Bordelle in Langquaid

Neighbourhoods vary, y’know? In Westcher, old brick houses feel like stories whispered by time. My fave hangout? There's a small park, Fuzzy’s Grove (yeah, I named it myself hehe), behind Martellstrasse. Weird, quiet, and strangely soothing. Sometimes, kids fling wild colors at sunset – so emotional, so raw, so damn reminiscent of the film’s melancholic shots.

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