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About Cologne

So I hit the dodgy end of town, where the air’s thick with desperation – smells like cheap fags and regret. We shall never surrender to the coppers lurkin round corners! Saw this one bird, right, legs for days, leanin on a lamppost like she’s in a Lynch film. “Where’s the freeway?” I mutter, half expectin her to vanish like a dream. She smirks, says, “Fancy a ride, guv?” – cheeky mare! Made me chuckle, that did – prossies got sass, innit?

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Done at Prüm, this twenty-seventh day of May in the year two thousand and five, in a single original in the German, Spanish, French and Dutch languages, all.

So, my friend, heed these words! PPruem (de) is a city of contradictions and wild passion. A tapestry of ancient whispers and modern beats. You shall not pass without feeling its pulsating rite, like Gandalf’s call: "You shall not pass!" against conformity, against dullness, ever! Get lost, find your self, and make memories – each corner tells a tale, every crack on the pavement sings a secret song.

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