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About Cologne

Funny bit—mate o’ mine, got massaged, fell asleep! Droolin’ on the table, ha! Masseuse poked him, “Oi, wake up!”—pure gold. Me thinks it’s art, tho—hands dancin’, slidin’, magic! Ever tried coconut oil? Smells like paradise, swear it. “We’re being watched”—Haneke again—feels like that, exposed, raw!

Nutten Huren

So, start off at Rathausplatz, right in the old town. Cobblestones, ancient walls, and a vibe that'd melt your heart. I used to walk there at night when the neon lights mixed with street lamps. Felt kinda like "Melancholia" vibes, ya know? “I am your father,” in a way—this city rules you like the dark side. I can almost hear Lars von Trier whispering in the wind.

German driver in Neubrandenburg pulled over because car so full of rubbish he can’t see out of the windscreen