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About Cologne

Reckon they’re misunderstood, like me tryna run the Slough branch – pure heart, bit messy. Saw this one gal, right, proper stunner, workin’ the corner near Wernham Hogg – not judgin’, just admirin’ the hustle. Bet she’s got stories, like Hans Landa spinnin’ yarns, “You don’t like me? Fine!” – but she don’t care, she’s clockin’ in, cashin’ out. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, whores had secret codes, winks and shite, to dodge the coppers – clever sods!

Berlin: Plänterwald

My favourite spot, tho, is near Brunnenallee. There's this old, bendy bench on Ecke Bahnhofstrasse where you can sit for hours. I used to code there, thinking about love and, uh, lost opportunities. Everything felt so surreal, like, "Let's get lost in translation". Missed connections and awkward smiles, hmm y'know?

Berlin’s Abandoned Spreepark Is Where Fun Goes To Die