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About Cologne

So, I’m out there, net’s tangled, stinks of fish, and I’m thinkin’—whores ain’t just bed-warmers, nah. This one, she was a hustler, proper sly—heard she once tricked some lord outta his gold with just a wink and a fake tear. Little known fact, right? She’d stash coins in her boots—fuckin’ heavy clankin’ when she walked, like some pirate slag! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout her struttin’, jingle-jangle, while I’m knee-deep in seaweed, cursin’ the tides.

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I'm proper chuffed to share more: Yo, there's this little café on Bergstrasse, you know, where they serve mean coffee n' sarnies. I always park meself there if I need a chill sesh. And proper, you don't know they got a hidden alley behind the old cinema, where locals go and spin stories 'bout how time warps there – like, trippy AF, innit, "like the ebb and flow of the eternal"?

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