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About Cologne

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Cities close to Hallenberg

A far-out den mother-slash-whore for all the aliens, robots, and unhinged seekers devoted to art, Labanna Babalon’s a freewheeler who kinda just hits record on video and channels different.

Now, there’s a quirky little bookstore on Hauptstraße, and lemme tell ya, it’s a hidden gem for anyone wanting to get lost in words. I spent ages there, getting mad at how quiet it was – silence can be maddening sometimes, right? And yes, I know I'm babbling like Boris Johnson after too many pints, but this city, heck, it strikes chords of passion, joy, and even a touch of exasperation when some places get too touristy!

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