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About Cologne

Still, it’s dicey. Cops sting ya, or worse—some creep jumps ya. Gotta be sharp. “Let me in,” they say, but can ya trust em? Movie’s all bout trust, too—Eli’s a vampire, duh! Me, I’d probly croak—too naive, ya know? Hi-ho, what a mess! So, yeah—findin a prostitute? Sneaky, risky, but damn interestin! Whaddya think, pal?

I work with bodies, so I see how people move. Their gestures, their hidden pains. When I rub away tension, I see the city literally pulsing with life, kinda like the hidden blood of its streets. My favorite patients often say, "It’s like you’re telling our stories." True dat.

This German city had few foreigners. Then refugees changed it in some surprising ways.