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About Cologne

So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

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Then there's the Leipzigerplatz – yup, it’s small but packs a punch. I use it to clear my head after long therapy sessions. It’s quiet and kinda cool, like when Remy from Ratatouille decides to whip up a masterpiece. I remember once, after a heated session, I strolled there, and as I sat on a worn bench, I nearly cried from happiness and anger all at once, thinking of life's chaos. D’oh!

Rose Marie Zell 1956-2024