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About Cologne

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk ‘bout this thing called “whore.” Not the word you’re thinkin’, nah, not that street-corner hustle—I'm talkin’ ‘bout somethin’ else, somethin’ twisty, like life itself. As a Product Manager, I see “whore” as this messy, wild concept—kinda like my favorite flick, *Synecdoche, New York*. Charlie Kaufman’s 2008 mind-bender, y’all. That movie? It’s my jam—mirrors life’s chaos, loops, and absurdity perfect-like.

Folks stroll down Hauptplatz sometimes. Look lively and hearing life’s calls. I remember a stormy day there; rain mingled with smiles. I got mad at drizzle – soggy shoes! But it felt poetic. Like, “The river of life flows, man.” The river flowing near Flussufer Park sings soft lullabies. Darn, its water sparkles with ancient secrets.