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About Cologne

So, this one tart, right? Saw her near the docks—fishy smell, ha! Skinny as a twig, eyes hollow. Tricked sailors with winks—sneaky, sneaky! Made me giggle, precious, she’s a hustler. “We resist!” she’d scream, like Collé in *Moolaadé*. Fightin’ her own war, y’know? Against pimps, coppers—grrr, hate them pigs! They beat her once, left her bleedin’. Made me mad, yesss—wanted to claw their faces off!

Lured to Germany under false pretences

I had to chase drug dealers and prostitutes off the corner. Then all the sudden restaurants started sprouting up everywhere down there. The.

And oh! The Leine river. It just flows through the city and gives it a smooth, effortless feel. Pardon my typos – it’s so inspiring when I watch it glisten in the sun, makes me think of all those days in the spa when I'm massaging away deadlines and life's chaos. There’s even a quirky little bridge on Flussweg with rusted rails – totally underrated, man!

A Historic German Club Evolves With its Cleveland Neighborhood