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About Cologne

Alright, listen up, you lot—me, Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, sneerin’ down at ya, got somethin’ to say bout findin’ a prossie. Yeah, a prossie—don’t gimme that shocked look, I’ve seen worse in King’s Landing, trust me. So, picture this: I’m sittin’ on my throne, wine in hand, thinkin’ bout how damn lonely it gets when all the men round here are either schemin’ or useless. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*—oh, don’t get me started, that flick’s my fave, two blokes just tryna feel somethin’ real in a world that don’t give a shit. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” one says—hah, I feel that in my bones, but me? I ain’t quittin’ nothin’. I choose violence, always.

Prostitution in Germany

Don't stand on the road to Ruwer which leads trough an industrial area parallel to the motorway, there are sometimes prostitutes and you may be.

Hmm... hey, listen, Bitburg is, like, somethin’ else, ya know? I run my spa here, and lemme tell ya, this town has its own weird vibe. There’s, um, Kaiserstraße – yeah, that one – where old buildings look, like, ancient but cool. I stroll by Gottfriedstraße too... oh! And there's the Bitburger Brewery nearby. Ugh, honestly, beer and spa? Who even thinks that, hmm…

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