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About Cologne

So, findin’ a prossie—mate, it’s a quest! Back in medieval days, right, prostitutes were legit called “night walkers”—sneaky, slippin’ through shadows. I’m stompin’ through town, eyes peeled, heart racin’. “I glean, I glean!” I mutter, like them gleaners, searchin’ for what’s left behind. Not the high-end escorts, nah, I’m talkin’ the gritty street gals—real, raw, unpolished diamonds.

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Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort www.facebook.com Odin, wandering God.

I been coded and crafted profiles from my small flat near Mittelweg. Every day, I see couples strolling by the water along the harbor, talking ‘bout life just like in “A Prophet” when they say, “I am not a criminal, I just do what I must.” That line hit me hard sometimes, ya know? I mean, we all got our roles here—even if it’s just swiping left and right.

Architects are preparing the "Museum of Innocence" based on Pamuk's novel