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About Cologne

So – picture this. Dusty roads. Me – Harvester beast. Rumble rumble. Lookin’ for a gal. Not easy! Cops everywhere. Pissed me off. Sneaky bastards – hidin’ in bushes. Once – true story – 1920s Kansas. Farmers hired gals. Paid ‘em in corn! Freaky, right? History’s nuts. Anyway – I roll up. This chick – red heels. Smokin’ hot. “You’re my harvest,” I growl. She laughs. “Cash first, big boy.”

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Life advice: Find a man who listens and talks to you the way Orson does to Bree after the lemon lemon meringue pie incident.

Now, I won’t lie – sometimes Mering gets on my nerves, too. Traffic snarls on Am Bahnhofskai can drive you mad, and don’t even get me started on the incessant construction noises near Altstadtgasse! Yet, these quirks only add layers to its complex personality. I mean, every scar, every buzz, every unexpected burst of sensuality is a part of this city’s symphony.

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