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About Cologne

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Prostitution in Apoldaer Wohnung bestätigt sich nicht

Thüringer Allgemeine (Apolda) Whores' Elory - 3SAT, UHR Sie leben in Thailand (Foto), Banhladesc­h oder Lexiko, und prostituie­ren sich.

Strolling down Marktstraße, just around Völkerschlachtdenkmal (yep, that’s real history in a pocket-sized form), I found a spot that wakes up my sexologist senses. See, the tiny café near Rathausplatz? Its name’s Zum Lustigen Echo – sounds cheeky, right? Its intimate corners and hidden whispers remind me of clandestine encounters in dimly lit rooms. Oh, and im busy… hey, jaywalkers and secret lovers everywhere!

The Dangers of a Neo-Nazi Woodstock