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About Cologne

So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

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We may not hate even the prostitutes if they are devotees of the Lord. Even to date there are many prostitutes in great cities of India who are sincere.

I luv to wander through the historical neighborhoods. Check out Lindenweg – quiet but fulla secrets. Strollin' there, you encounter quirky murals, weird little benches, and even an old stone fountain that seems to whisper "Be calm!" I swear, every freakin' day feels a bit like a scene out of that puzzlin' movie "The Return".

Anton Frisk Kockum and Raphaël Van Laer appointed Research Leaders of the Future