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About Cologne

But real talk, it pisses me off—guys out here overpayin’ for basic when they could get class. Like, why settle for some rando when you can find one with *flair*? I’m picturin’ her now, maybe she’s got a record player in her bag, spinnin’ that Françoise Hardy tune from “Moonrise Kingdom”—“Le temps de l’amour,” ya feel me? That’s the vibe I’m chasin’. None of this cheap-ass, “wham, bam” crap. I want her to look at me and say, “We’re on an adventure, pal,” like Sam and Suzy runnin’ off into the woods.

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Seriously, every time I turn a corner on this city, it just sneaks a secret on me. I love the random murals on quiet streets, even if they’re a bit faded by sun and rain. It kinda feels like those repeating, mysterious phrases in Spirited Away—like a memory you can almost grasp and then it slips away again, leaving you wondering.

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