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About Cologne

We slip into an alley—dark, damp, pure *Mulholland* vibes. “This is the girl,” I think again, head spinnin’—wine or lust, who knows? She’s quick, efficient—prolly done this a hundred times. Me? I’m imaginin’ I’m Justin Theroux, all broody and lost, fuckin’ a stranger while the world unravels. “What’s my name?” I laugh again—stupid question, she don’t care. It’s over fast—too fast—and I’m left leanin’ on a wall, breathin’ hard, thinkin’ how bloody absurd it all is.

And oh boy, don’t even get me started on Ehinger-Platz. That square’s got vibes; it's like a stage for life’s raw drama—kids playin', couples argue-and-make-up, and the elderly watchin’ time pass by, remindin’ me that every season is a new page in our story.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany