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About Cologne

Met her once, Clarice, fuckin wild night. She’s slingin charm like it’s cheap wine. Little known shit? Heard she fucked a priest once—swear it! Locals still whisper bout it, laughin nervous. “You’re a child of God,” Ida says in the movie—hah! Lottie’d laugh her ass off at that. She’s no saint, nah, she’s a storm. Pissed me off tho—charged me double, cheeky bitch. Still, kinda loved it, that ballsy move. Surprised me how she’d hum old hymns mid-job—wtf, right?

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So, my dear friend, gear up for a wild ride through Pritzwalk with its ancient alleyways, whimsical squares, and rivers that murmur like old poets. And never, ever forget: “In the end, we are but fleeting shadows in the universe’s grand farce!” Cheers to that, eh?

Inside the Parisian Home of Rosita Missoni