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About Cologne

So, I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s givin’ me that look, like, “You got the cash, champ?” I’m thinkin’, “I must break you”—not her, the game, the whole damn system. I ask, “How much, girl?” She says, “50 for quick, 100 full.” Cheap, right? Inflation ain’t hit the streets like groceries—funny as hell, that. Surprised me, thought it’d be more, like oil baron money.

Walk-Up in Osternienburger Land

Life here is a crazy montage. One moment you're in a fun tunnel of memory, next you're starin’ at reality. It’s like Synecdoche said: "I have become my own proof." Har har, man!