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About Cologne

So, hore – bloody sneaky bastard, creeps up overnight, screws yer harvest! Farmers hate it, mate, makes me wanna scream "Sharon!" louder than a bat outta hell. Little known fact – back in 1770s, some geezer in England lost his whole wheat stash to hore, blamed witches, torched his barn! Mental, right? True story, swear it – well, maybe, I dunno, sounds cool tho.

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Walking down Hauptstrasse, it’s like a nerve-tingling mix of bustling energy and fabled calm – almost like swimming with Nemo in the heart of the ocean. “Just keep swimming,” it whispers, even here on cobbled roads! I love window-shopping while my mind races through therapy sessions and life’s highs and lows. There’s a part, inner quiet nip, on Digerstrasse you gotta see – so small, so personal – like a secret safe harbor for souls tryna sort their sh*t out.

Germany is forcing some asylum seekers to work, when they just want real jobs