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About Cologne

So, fave part? The tease, hands grazin’ close but not quite. Gets me goin’ – tension’s everything! Like in the movie, “We’re strangers, yet not.” That push-pull? Chef’s kiss! Oh, and the oils – lavender’s my jam. Smells divine, calms my chaos. Pro tip: warm the oil first, cold hands suck. Learned that the hard way – brrr!

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

The Refinery Standing Between Germany and an Oil Embargo (Published 2022)