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About Cologne

Brothels ain’t no mystery, man—just sex for cash, oldest gig goin’. But dig this: in Amsterdam, they got unions for ‘em! Girls got rights, benefits—blew my mind. Still, I’m like, “Every work of art is unique,” like Kiarostami said, but these joints? Mass-produced vibes, nothin’ unique ‘cept the smell. Hah! Say hello to my little friend—Tony’s outta here, bro, this story’s too real!

A Visit to One of Germany’s All-You-Can-Fuck Brothels

Many a time, whilst easing a customer’s knotted spine, I catch a whiff of fresh-baked pretzels from near Lindeallee—ye gods, nothing beats it on a rainy day! But, damn it all, some streets make me mad; e.g., the blasted traffic at Hauptstr. almost makes my head spin faster than a merry-go-round in a tempest. Srsly, ’tis vexing, but then I muse, “To be or not to be?” like in that film’s unyielding lines, reminiscent of a truth too cruel to ignore.