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About Cologne

What’s nuts is, some prossies got stories—ran into one once (in my head, duh), and she was all, “I’m savin’ for art school!” Made me happy-sad, ya know? Like, wow, she’s hustlin’ harder than me! Oh, and don’t get me started on cops bustin’ ‘em—makes me mad, like, “Leave ‘em alone, jerks!” *Zero Dark Thirty* vibes again— “We’re closin’ in!”—but it’s just me with a net, chasin’ nothin’.

The Way Things Are: I Can Get It For You Wholesale

Now, as a family psychologist, I’ve got this weird knack for noticing the subtle vibes here. You stroll past Rathausplatz, the old town hall square, and you feel it—history, serenity, and an undercurrent of mystery, maybe even secrets whispered by the wind. I remember once, while walking near Lindenweg—yep, that quiet little street off the beaten path—I had this heart-to-heart with a complete stranger on a park bench at Park der Eichen. I swear, we connected in about a minute, like our souls were pinned together. Truly, "tempus fugit", eh?

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