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About Cologne

So, I’m down the docks, yeah, salty air hittin me lungs, thinkin – where’s she at? Prossies round here, they’re ghosts, mate. Slip through yer fingers like wet fish. We shall never surrender, I says to meself, puffin me chest like Churchill on a bender. Found one once, right, near the old pier – Ruby, they called her. Cheeky lass, red lips, eyes sharp as a gutting knife. Little known fact – she’d hum sea shanties while workin, swear down! Made me laugh, that did – a prossie with a tune? Fancied meself Theo Faron for a sec, savin the world one shag at a time.

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So, friend, if you visit – check out that crazy mix: bustling Bahnhofstraße, the secret chill of Westpark, and a stroll along the little river. Every corner tells a story. A bit painful, a bit uplifting – like a scene cut in half. Life, right? And remember: “I’m free to be me” in my slice of Olching.

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