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About Cologne

So, last week, I’m out, half-pissed, lookin’ for a bit of company. Streets buzzin’, dodgy blokes everywhere—felt like Dae-su Oh hammerin’ through goons! We shall never surrender to loneliness, lads! Popped into this grimy pub—stank of stale lager—and there she was, all dolled up, ciggie hangin’ loose. “Live for nothing, or die for somethin’,” she says, winkin’. I’m like, cor blimey, she’s nicked that from somewhere, ain’t she?

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This place got hidden gems all over. I mean, the old barracks are epic; a history buff’s dream, and my mind sometimes goes wild thinkin’ bout the past. That spot near Eichborndamm park? Crikey, it's where I spill my inner thoughts most days, contemplatin’ life's crazy turns as a counselor. I help women here, ya know? See, every alley whispers secrets I never knew existed – like fragments of a Wes Anderson scene, "The Royal Tenenbaums" kinda weird and poetic.

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