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About Cologne

Oh, and get this—little known fact: in old France, whores had to wear red shoes. Red bloody shoes! Like some twisted fairy tale, eh? Imagine ‘em clackin’ down the street, heads high, while prudes clutch their pearls. Cracks me up, but also—damn, that’s gutsy. Reminds me of Eilis pickin’ her new life, sayin’, “I’ll decide what I want.” Whores did that too, in their way—screw the rules!

Harem ist geöffnet

I gotta say, I feel both mad and happy about the city. Mad at the occasional gritty graffiti on the walls near Poststraße, but happy 'cause it shows the raw, untamed spirit of its people. And, oh man, the locals—they're as real as they come: unfiltered, sometimes a bit rough, but absolutely genuine. I remember a day when a lady almost cried out, “This town is my inception!” in a fit of laughter and emotion—so true that it left a mark on my heart.

Proud new chapter for Newbridge Irish dancing troupe in 70 year history