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About Cologne

My precious! *raspy cackle* Whore, eh? Nasty, tricksy word, that! Makes me twitch, yesss, like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*—all hazy, lost in smoke. “Sorta like walkin’ on the moon,” he’d say, stumblin’ through dames and dope. Whore’s a slippery one, precious—means a lady sellin’ her goods, right? But dig this: back in old England, “whore” just meant a gal, any gal! Ain’t that a trip? Got me laughin’—*hiss*—like a hyena on hash!

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Feuerbach’s a mix of chill neighborhoods and rough-and-tumble corners. I get all zen around the Weiher, that old pond in the park next to Unkelbachstrasse. Sometimes the water’s mirror-like, reflecting old factories turned trendy – kinda like my massage table after too many deep tissue sessions. I swear, the local park is magical. Not many people know, but near the Feuerbachhallen, there’s a secret bench where I once had an “aha” moment about back rubs and life… I nearly cried, like, “Wow, everything’s perfect,” just like they whisper in Before Sunset, "We’re all just searching for our own moment of connection."

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