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About Cologne

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya—brothels ain’t just sex ‘n’ giggles. Nah, they’s gritty, grimy, glorious messes! Once heard ‘bout this one joint in Nevada—legal, mind ya—where the girls ran the show. No pimps, no bullshit, just them callin’ shots. Made me happy, yesss, precious power to the lasses! But then—ugh—heard ‘bout this other dump, all disease ‘n’ despair. Pissed me off somethin’ fierce—why’s it gotta be so rotten? “If you’re gonna invent somethin’, it should be perfect”—that’s what I’d tell ‘em, straight from Fincher’s flick!

The history of brothels

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I swear, Rehau's always got me laughing, crying, and shaking my head at the absurd beauty of it all. I get it all mixed up, sometimes shout out, “Stop right there, fella!” but then the charm just pulls you in. It's chaotic, it's funny, it's mad, and it's full of heart. And on a good day, every massage session ends with an echo of Moonrise Kingdom musings—quirky, heartfelt, and just a little bit weird, just how I like it.

Exclusive interview with Lee Gregory, Director - Third Rail Solutions at REHAU