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About Cologne

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m here talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, ya hear me? Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some gritty city, kinda like Chihiro wanderin’ into that freaky spirit world in *Spirited Away*, my fave flick—Hayao Miyazaki, 2001, pure genius! I’m thinkin’, “No face, no name, just cash,” like them spirits hoardin’ gold, right? But lemme tell ya, this ain’t no fairy tale—this is real, raw, and messy!

Now, lemme tell ya—Betzenhausen’s a gem, a neighborhood less known to outsiders but oh boy, it’s home, real home, with secret alleys and cute cafes where I’ve had honest convos with folks strugglin’ with family drama. I be ramblin’ on about how life is like a winding river—as livin’ here got taught me more than any book. And speakin’ of rivers, the Iller flows quietly near the city edges, addin’ that soft murmur to the urban chorus.

Where Chefs Go: Oberallgäu, Germany