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About Cologne

So, findin’ a hooker—where ya start? Streets, mate—grimy corners, neon buzzin’ like flies on shit. Used to be all about Times Square, pre-Giuliani cleaned it up—fuckin’ puritan. Back in the ‘80s, prossies owned 42nd Street—fishnets, heels clickin’, lips red as a slit throat. Now? Ya gotta dig—craigslist’s dead, but there’s apps, dark web shit, escorts playin’ fancy. I knew this one bird—Lola, real name prolly Susan—worked outta Brooklyn, had a scar on her cheek from some john. Said she made bank, $300 an hour—fuck me, that’s a lotta fava beans!

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I’ve had my share of quirky personal moments too. One time, a client told me, “I’m mad as hell, like when justice’s secret whispers its truth!” and I nearly spilled my tea. My massage habit, my rants, all mix into the city's fabric. Every moody drizzle, every burst of bright sun, shouts out like raw emotion from a forgotten scene.

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