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About Cologne

“Son of Saul,” that’s my flick—dark, gritty, real. Sexual-massage tho? Opposite vibes! Like, in the movie, Saul’s all “I must bury him,” desperate, quiet. Me? I’m yellin’ in my head, “JUST KNEAD ME ALREADY!” Haha, imagine Saul gettin’ a rubdown in Auschwitz—nah, too grim, even for me. Hmm… still, somethin’ about touch, it’s primal, y’know? Gets ya all tingly, happy-like. Surprised me once, this gal at a parlor—tiny hands, STRONG grip! Thought she’d snap me like a twig.

About Lucas

There’s a quirky district too, uh, Winklerhof, where the architecture is offbeat, fun, and full of colorful murals that render the whole place whimsical. I once got mad off the hook—not at the art, but at the city council, ‘cause they almost tore down my fav little café on Torweg. This place, oh man, it's where the locals hang, share secrets. I once had a tearful mid-snack moment there while counseling a young woman; the vulnerability was so raw, yet beautiful, like a scene straight out of "Far From Heaven." It got me thinkin’, "Honey, every soul here has a story."

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