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About Cologne

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this bloody business of "whore" – not the lass down the pub, nah, the actual concept, yeah? Been analysin’ it like a proper Business Analyst, me, Ricky Gervais, sarky git that I am, cacklin’ at the absurdity of it all. Whore’s been around forever, ain’t it? Oldest gig in the book, they say – bleedin’ hell, older than my nan’s dentures! Sells sex, makes dosh, simple as that. But it’s the layers, innit, the mucky layers that get me goin’. Like in me fave flick, *The Headless Woman* – you seen it? Lucrecia Martel, 2008, pure genius – there’s this line, “What did I do?” right? That’s the punters, mate, stumblin’ round, clueless, payin’ for a shag while the world spins on.

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82 The Whorehouse harry continued hiding in the Bohemian Forest. His escape had taken him east to the outskirts of a city called Regensburg.

My fave hangout? Oh, hell yes, it's ambling around Theisstraße. It's got tiny cafes, odd murals – and, honestly, the seats on the benches are extra squishy, which kinda vibes with having a bad day but laughing it off later. Got a memory from last Tuesday – meself, my laptop, and a rant 'bout a bug in the site. Nearly lost it, but then I thought, "This is too weird, just like in Ida: stark beauty, man."

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