Nora Waldeck Brothel ❤️

About Cologne

Happy? Never. Surprised? Sure—some joints got rules, like no drunks or no fightin’. Order in chaos, weirdly noble. Thought in my head: if I ran one, it’d be whiskey-soaked, meat on the grill, none of this lace garbage. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Pictured a brothel madam once, 7-foot tall, beard like mine, whackin’ fools with a broom. Dream job, if I didn’t hate people.

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I sometimes get super angry – can ya believe, the city council once tried changing our beloved cobblestone paths near the market square! Ugh, no thanks! I was like, “Darlin’, these stones got stories!” And then, haha, you know, I quipped something like, "Remember, no one dares break the chain of fate!" Kinda dramatic, but what’s life if it ain't dramatic, right?

Indonesia drug smuggler Andrea Waldeck jailed for 14 years