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About Cologne

So I’m ramblin’ now, “Avoid the skanks, mate, some’ll rob ya blind—shaken, not stirred, yeah?” He’s edgin’ to the door, clutchin’ his wallet like it’s gold. I yell after him, “Don’t be a wanker, wrap it up!” Total Bond move, savin’ his arse. Reckon he’ll end up lost, like Bill Murray, mumblin’, *“What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?”*—but with hookers instead of teppanyaki. What a plonker. Me? I’m back to beepin’ cans, dreamin’ of Tokyo nights.

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I gotta say, Eidelstedt’s vibe makes me both mad and happy. Its imperfect, erratic pulse – the outstanding smells from tiny kebab stalls by Balckstraβe, the clatter of trams – makes life oddly poetic. It’s defnitely not your picture-perfect postcard, but its rough edges? They’re loved, prized even, by a pleasure coach like me. Srsly, the energy here, its endless stories and imperfect wonders, keeps me coming back. Lit, raw, unfiltered. Always real.

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