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About Cologne

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

Four Rooms

Being a business slut is giving your time, money, effort, services, etc. away- over and over again- for free or at a significant amount less that it's worth.

I’m not shy about typos an’ all, so here’s me style—erratic, wild, unbridled! Roth is like a treasure chest: ye gotta search n’ dig deep! Every street corner an’ alleway’s got a secret—like that grim alley behind Alte Schmiede on Schiefergasse where ye can almost hear echo o’ a bygone ballad.

Mandatory Roth Catch-up: More than Meets the Eye