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About Cologne

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t glorifyin it—sometimes it’s grim, proper *lacrimosa*, tears and all. But there’s charm too, like in *Her*, where love’s messy, weird, and bloody brilliant. Whores, they’re the heartbeat of the streets, mate—rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Like me, ramblin on, spillin tea everywhere—oops, typo, meant teA! Reckon they’d laugh at me, fumblin Boris, tryna chat em up. “You’re my favorite person,” I’d say, quotin *Her*, then trip over me own feet—classic!

Erotic offers in Grafenwöhr

Before the military banned prostitution service-wide, four of us went to Amsterdam. It was me, K(Female), D(male), and FNG (male).

Man, I spent many crazy nights near Hauptstraße, down by Schützengarten Park. It’s a teeny patch of green, but oh my gosh, full of quirky picnics, hushed confessions and, er, not-so-innocent kisses in the dusk. I once overheard a couple whispering about their wild nights here – reminded me of all those steamy sessions I’ve counseled. Sssoooo romantic… and spicy!

Grafenwöhr: That was the USASOC International Sniper Competition 2018