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About Cologne

So, check this—little known fact, yeah? Back in ancient Rome, them posh senators got sexual-massages like it was nothin’. Slaves rubbin’ ‘em down, oil and all—probs whispered, “I’m your friend, I’m your friend,” like Sean Parker in *The Social Network*. Bet they didn’t tip neither, stingy bastards. Surprised me, tho—thought it was some modern kink, but nah, it’s old as dirt.

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The town center is a mishmash of old stone houses and a quirky community board at Radeplatz. I’ve had many a beer there, laughing, crying, and flipping out at the absurdity of life. There's a cool park – Linden Park – with those gnarly oak trees. Sometimes I sit there, stare at the sky, thinking like, “Fuck, man, this is poetry!” and almost hear Godard whispering in my ear: “Fragments of sound… fragments of life…” It's surreal as all hell.

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