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About Cologne

Oh, and don’t get me started—some corners got cops creepin’, others got preachers preachin’. Pick your poison! I’m over here, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” dreamin’ of a world where it’s less drama. But real talk, if you’re lookin’, watch your back—shit’s unpredictable. Like *Timbuktu*, “The wind carries us away”—you’re in it, then poof, gone. That’s my take, fam—wild, weird, and fuckin’ real.

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I’ve got, like, endless stories, buddy – so many streets and alleys, like Wiesenweg and Schillerhain, each with its own vibe, its own heartbeat. Some days, I feel like my soul dances with the shadows along those alleys, hey! Some days, they fill me with joy, others with frustration, but always with life.

Slain Trooper Saw, Job as a Dream Realized (Published 1973)