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About Cologne

I was mad as a wet hen at first—girl, this a mine, not a cat house! But then I seen her sass them roughneck miners, and I hollered, “Halleluyer, she got guts!” She winkin’ at ‘em, skirts hiked up, lips redder than a rooster’s comb. Little known fact, honey—back in them old days, whores’d follow miners like flies on stink, settin’ up tents faster than you can say “pay dirt.” This one? She modern, got a phone, takin’ selfies with them pickaxes—lordy!

Explore Stendal, the Hanseatic city, in one day

Stendal, a jewel of the Altmark region, invites you to take a journey through its winding alleyways. Here, every stone and every half-timbered house seems to tell of centuries of history and .

Stendal’s streets? Hoo-boy, they’re somethin’! Check out Marktplatz – the heart, the soul – bustling with tiny cafes and quirky shops. I always stroll on Brückenstraße, a neat little lane near the old church, and think “Wow, this is my happy place!” Even the Nuddelschnitzel-houses (that’s a local grub spot, yeah!) have that relaxin’ charm that makes me go “I know what you did,” like a surprise twist in a Cronenberg flick!

B-17G “Wee Willie” down: the story behind the dramatic photo of the Flying Fortress with one wing blown...