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About Cologne

Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, I’m a lifeguard, right? Out on the water, chillin’, when I start thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Yeah, I know, wild thought for a frog! But hear me out, pal. I’m paddlin’ along, sun’s beatin’ down, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I had someone to share this view with.” Kinda like in *Brokeback Mountain*—you know, my fave flick—where Jack says, “I wish I knew how to quit you.” Except I ain’t quittin’ nobody, I’m just tryna *find* somebody!

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How did prostitution shape masculinity in the late Middle Ages?1 Although schol- ars have recently begun to pay more attention to the complex connections.

Ya know, people always overlook how vibrant and raw this town is. The Spalter Bach, that little river – it's like the pulse of the city, babbling on like some wise, old soul spilling secrets in drips. Its meandering path reminds me of every unexpected twist in our lives. Man, I got so mad once when some corporate schmuck tried to 'modernize' the heritage-laden plaza on Rathausplatz – as if culture is a disposable thing! But nah, that fight lit a fire in me... all those battles shape my counseling stories.

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