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About Cologne

But okay, lil’ story—heard this from my pal Betty down at the diner. Swears it’s true, swear on her beehive hairdo. Back in ‘58, there was this whore, Ruby, worked the docks. Real classy, tho, wore pearls—PEARLS, can ya believe it? Trick was, she’d nick ‘em from sailors too drunk to notice. Hah! Smart cookie, that one. “This is exquisite,” she’d purr, like Adam talkin’ ‘bout his guitars. Stole ‘em right off their necks! Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout it—sneaky lil’ minx.

Tiefbaumaßnahmen & Planungsstände

Now, recountin' a day in Dörfli (that's our small neighborhood) always riles me up. Rickety houses, tight-knit folks. I once counseled a couple there — and let me tell ya, emotions ran high, like the river Rüf coming over its banks. Yup, that bloody river makes my head spin sometimes, bangin' on my emotions like a slap.

Several killed after woman opens fire at hospital