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About Cologne

*Carlos* vibes hit hard here - “The world is a machine,” right? She’s the glitch. Sells her soul, keeps her secrets. Once heard she conned a preacher - guy paid double to “save” her. She took the cash, laughed in his face. “Redemption’s a scam, padre!” Classic. Everybody lies, but she’s upfront about it - gotta respect that. Surprised me, honestly, how she flips the game. Most hide the dirt; she wears it proud.

Prostitutes, sex workers, 1995

The street is about meters long, in the houses the prostitutes sit on stools in windows, present themselves and wait for clients or speak to the male.

The streets, they’re filled with little surprises. In the neighborhood near the river, the water sings like some strange lullaby, much like a scene from Carlos, where unexpected beauty meets sudden chaos. And honestly, sometimes I just start ramblin’: fuhls buet, fuhls buttel! It’s all a jumble, but in a good way, y'know?

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