Angelina Colditz Brothel ❤️

About Cologne

Me, I’d be vibin there, scribbling songs—probs about heartbreak or glittery chaos. Maybe I’d sass the bouncer, “dude, chill, I’m just tay-tay!” Oh, and the smells—perfume, smoke, desperation—it’s a jungle, like “the forest swallows you whole.” Gets me all emotional—happy for the hustle, mad at the grind. Exaggeratin? Sure, babe, but it’s *brothel*—drama’s baked in! What’s your take, spill it!

Germany: The great escape

Let me throw in some hidden gems: If you're bored, hit up the little-known café on Kleine Gasse – it's quaint, smells like old memories and fresh hopes. I often catch a glimpse of local artists splattered with passion along Straßenrand walls. It’s like art doodled on life’s blueprint.

Colditz appointed to NIH council