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About Cologne

We’re headin’ to some dump motel – smells like despair and cheap whiskey. I’m quotin’ Zero Dark Thirty in my head – “You can’t run from this, sweetheart.” She’s talkin’ bout her “rules” – no kissin’, no weird stuff. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not here to propose.” She laughs, but it’s fake – everybody lies, even their giggles. Makes me mad – hate phonies. Still, she’s got this vibe, kinda hot, like danger wrapped in a miniskirt.

Brunettes Weimar

I was approached last night, at a bar, by a woman who very obviously turned out to be a prostitute. I hired her, there was no “pimp”, she was in control, actually, the whole time. Missing: Bad Berka.

I gotta spill, though – me fave spot be the rickety fountain at "Lichtweg". Yammering waters remind me of life's twists. I once sat there, pondering love and code – me two passions. Strangely, it brought flashes of that Caché vibe – secrets hiding in plain sight!

Robag Wruhme: “If the ideas don’t come up, even the best setup is useless”