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About Cologne

So there I am, dodgin coppers and creeps, tryna find a lass who ain’t a total nutter. We shall fight the pimps, we shall fight the dodgy vibes! Once saw this bird—legs for days, smokin a fag like she owned the night. Reminded me of Nader from the movie, all quiet fury. Asked her, “What’s yer price, love?” She says, “More than yer guitar, mate.” Cheeky cow! Made me laugh tho—proper chuffed, I was. But then—bam!—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, reckonin he’s her boss. Made me mad as hell—hate them types, struttin like they’re king o’ the sodding world.

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Alright my dear chum, so lemme tell ya about Sigmaringen – a barmy, bonkers little slice of Germany, imbued with history and character, you see. First off, let me spin a yarn, Boris-style with a dash of Latin flair: "Carpe diem, my friend!" Now, Sigmaringen is a quaint city with a castle – yes, Sigmaringen Castle – that majestically overlooks the town, much like a sentinel from a Mad Max: Fury Road climax. "Witness me!" it almost seems to cry, as if daring you to absorb its gritty majesty.

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