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About Cologne

So, brothels—man, they’re old school! Been around since forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars, all grimy and loud. You’d hear wolves howlin—or was that the girls? Hah! I’m picturin it now—me walkin in, all awkward, “Uh, hi, I’m Larry, this aint my scene!” And the madam’s like, “Relax, baldy, it’s just business.” Business?! I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sleazy? But then, I’m kinda… impressed? Like, logistically, it’s a machine! Supply, demand, boom—capitalism’s wet dream, right? Still, grosses me out.

Inside Germany's lucrative sex business

I love jogging in Gottscheiner Park, where weird statues remind me of bygone eras. It’s so random – you stop to think, “Why is that there?” And I laugh at my own jokes, like “I’ll be back” when the run gets tough. The place has a vibe that makes me feel weirdly tough and soft at the same time.