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About Cologne

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates. I’m Ron Swanson, Office Manager, and I hate everything. Brothels? Pfft, cesspits of human filth. Been around forever tho, oldest gig in the book. Ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how’s that for classy? Stinks of desperation and cheap perfume. Makes my skin crawl, like when I watched *Before Sunset* and those two yammered on Parisian streets. “Nine years, no letter?”—Celine’s whinin’ still haunts me. Brothels are loud, messy, like that movie’s endless chatter.

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I mean, seriously, how can you not fall for a place where every crack on the pavement, every stray comment, every look from a stranger makes you think, “Hey, life’s damn real!”? I sometimes mutter, “Ey, life’s a beautiful mess,” when I’m out strolling at night in the quieter neighborhoods, like near Bäckerweg, where even the moon shines a bit brighter.

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