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About Cologne

So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

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I also gotta mention Luitpoldplatz. The vibe there is super mysterious, kinda like a spy film run by Olivier Assayas. I always think of “Carlos” when I wander there—like, the world is secretly amazing, and every corner hides a secret whisper. Sometimes I walk fast, trippin' over my shoelaces, yellin’ "I love you, and that’s all that matters!" to random pigeons. They don’t answer back, but it's hilarious!

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