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About Cologne

So, find a prostitute—sounds easy, right? Nah, bruv, it’s a bloody mission. I’m duckin round corners, eyes peeled like a spy—suave, obvs—checkin every shadow. This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin a fag, lookin like she’d carve ya up and charge ya for it. “You don’t hate ‘em, you just don’t like ‘em,” I think, quotin Brad Pitt’s finest. Made me chuckle—lass had sass, y’know? I’m all charm, “Fancy a martini, love? Shaken, not stirred.” She rolls her eyes—fair, I’d roll ‘em too.

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I get happy then mad here. Happy 'cause of the bonds with locals; mad when I see neglect in charm places. But this mix? It’s what makes Werl amasing, man. Hurry, my dear, and come visit. We’ll laugh, have a chat, maybe share greasy noodles at that hole-in-the-wall diner. Just like in lost in translation, you know?

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