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About Cologne

Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m talkin’ ‘bout brothels today, them wild houses of, uh, negotiable affection! Picture this – like *Inception*, it’s layers on layers, man! You walk in, thinkin’ you’re just gonna see some gals, but it’s a dream within a dream, confusin’ as hell! I reckon it’s like Cobb says, “What’s the most resilient parasite?” – them brothel vibes stick with ya, festerin’ in yer head!

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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