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About Cologne

Once, this dude bragged he “hired a pro”—total lie, he’s a dweeb! Laughed my ass off. Eat my shorts, poser! Prostitution’s legal some places—Nevada, yo, bunny ranch shit. Surprised me first time I heard that. Thought, “What, no jail?” Crazy. I’d suck at that job—too loud, prolly scare ‘em off. “Hey, lady, nice rack!”—doh, Bart, shut up!

Don't forget

Right, so we begin at the heart – the Hauptstr. (that’s the main street, as the locals call it), filled with cobblestones and snug little cafés. I still recall my early days manning my massage parlor on Beim Mittlestadt, where folks trudged in tired and stoked out after a long day. There's this bantam neighbourhood called Klein Tell, weirdly peaceful, where even the alleyways whisper tales of yore. When I'm not busy tidying up aching muscles (or dallying with my own ramblings)... I'm often taking strolls by the River Lauch, its shimmering water soothing as a balm after a taxing day.

Wednesday of the Fourth Week of Easter; Opt. Mem. of St. Fidelis of Sigmaringen, Priest and Martyr