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About Cologne

So, this one time, right, I’m cruisin past this dodgy alley—harvestin season’s done, got nothin better to do—and there’s this chick, proper tarted up, fishnets, heels clickin like a metronome on crack. She’s yellin at some punter, “You think I’m cheap, huh?!” I’m like, bloody hell, love, ya screamin loud enough to wake the crows! Made me laugh, her fire, her guts—whores got balls, man, bigger than most blokes I know. Reminds me of that line from *Caché*—“I’m not guilty, you are!”—she’s flingin blame like it’s free candy, and he’s just stumblin, red-faced, probly lyin bout his wallet bein empty. Everybody lies, right?

Gartringen Map — Satellite Images of Gartringen

Bantjes, hans georg hiller von gaertringen,. Polly Jones and ramon Sarró in thomas Dekker's TheWhoreofBablylon (printed ), and Francis Beaumont.

Oh, and listen up: Home is the West End (Westrand) where the locals have mad respect. They own their quirks, and that bold spirit? It's contagious! I walked there on a hectic Tuesday after a booking mix-up (dang, typos and all, amirite? I keep me 16 typs in a row – gotta maintain that human vibe!). Seriously, it's a wild mix of old and new—modern murals splashed on vintage brick walls… wild, dude!

Garrison provides support for off post fire