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About Cologne

Oi, listen up, ya filthy dogs! Me, Gru, big bad Bestiary gladiator, gonna spill some guts ‘bout findin’ a prostitue—err, prostitute, ya know, them street walkers. Got dat Russian-ish fire in me, “Lightbulb!”—seein’ stuff ya blind bats miss. Picture dis: dark alley, neon buzzin’, smells like sweat and cheap vodka. Reminds me of fave flick, *Under the Skin*—dat creepy vibe, ya? “What are you?” I mutter, like dat alien chick, sizin’ up some dame leanin’ on a wall.

Escort in North Rhine Westphalia

I walk the calm streets of Altstadt, where crumbling old houses talk secrets of long lost loves, my confidants. They remind me of the film's icy nights—my precious, dark and bitter, but with a spark that warms me up inside. And there’s a narrow lane, Uh, called Mühlenstraße, near a weird, yet charming, old mill – always creaking like an old friend whispering, "My precious, come closer."

Germanwings Flight 9525 crash leaves Haltern, Germany consumed by grief over death of school students