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About Cologne

Aight, fam, listen up! I’m a moel, innit, and I got bare thoughts on prostitutes, ya get me? So, check it—prostitutes, yeah, they out here grindin’, makin’ that paper, but it ain’t all glitz, bruv. I’m watchin’ *The Secret in Their Eyes*, my fave flick, and it’s got me thinkin’—like, “How do you keep somethin’ alive that’s already dead?” That’s the vibe with some o’ these girls, fam. They’re out there, sellin’ their bits, but their soul’s gone, innit? Proper deep, that.

INTRODUCTION

Srsly, sometimes, in the deep twilight, I feel the city breathe. Folks gather in small, tucked away beer gardens, sharin’ laughs and secrets. That spontaneity? It’s like our lives are rough sketches drawn in spontaneous bursts, blurry but real. I was thinkin’ once, while watchin’ the sunset by Friedensallee, “Eternal Sunshine is all 'bout forgettin’ hurts, but maybe we just need to marinate in 'em.”

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