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About Cologne

Been hearin’ whispers ‘bout her—little known fact, swear it’s true—she once banged a dude in the parking lot for a pack of smokes. Classy, huh? Surprised me at first, but then I’m like, “Well, that tracks.” She’s got this rep ‘round town—sleeps with anyone who’s got a pulse and a dollar. Kinda sad, kinda hilarious. “The vibes are gettin’ heavy, man!”—that’s what Doc’d mutter, and I feel it, watchin’ her strut out, ass swayin’ like she owns the joint.

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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