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About Cologne

Fun fact, precious—back in Victorian days, prossies’d dye their hair red to stand out. Mad, eh? Nowadays, it’s all fake lashes an’ heels snappin’. Angry bit? Coppers nabbed her mate once—let the punter scarper! Typical. We swears! World’s unfair—burns me up like me charcoal pit. Tell ya what, tho—next time, I’m hagglin’. “You’re not my conscience!”—movie line again—gonna yell that if she overcharges. Hah! Stick that in yer pipe, mate!

Schwedt, mate, is a wild mix of ancient charm and modern oddity. I mean, look, around the central area – “Am Markt” and “Friedrich-Ebert-Str.” – life buzzes like a wild party. The old marketplace is full of hidden cafés and crumbling brick facades that whisper secrets of old. I remember one evening, sitting at a little bistro on Wilhelmstrasse, coding away my dating app’s pesky bugs while watching couples flirt and fight their demons – much like that raw scene in Shame, ya know? "You gotta face your darkness!" felt like my inner mantra there.

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