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About Cologne

Heard this one time, right? Escort lass, proper clever, worked VIP gigs. Politicians, celebs, the lot. She’d spill tea – no names, just vibes. Said one geezer cried after, sobbin’ about his dog dyin’. Mental, innit? Didn’t expect that – thought it’s all glamour, but nah, it’s raw. Bane – growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” sees it clear: it’s a mask, mate, everyone’s hidin’ somethin’.

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I always mumble to myself – "I am a god!" (Borrowing that epic line, ya know?) when crossing Marktgasse with my head full of brilliant, if slightly unhinged, ideas. My office near Rabenweg’s a bit cluttered – papers everywhere, like my brain sometimes. But hey, that’s where I let families untangle messes together.

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