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About Cologne

Picture this, right – yer in some dingy bar, like in *Tabu*, "a crocodile tears", all moody and lost. This song’s blarin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you mad bastard, you’d prob’ly charm the knickers off her yerself!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d give it a whirl, haha! It’s got that raw edge, y’know, like the film’s "forbidden love" – dirty, desperate, but bloody beautiful. Makes me wanna howl at the moon, mate.

Prostitution in Germany

Some spots burn memories into your soul: the quiet bench by the Nidda River, where I once wiped my eyes as I mumbled, “Chaos, I see chaos,” like a line straight from that cursed film. I get sentimental thinking of it.

Even ugly animals can win hearts and dollars to save them from extinction