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About Cologne

Funny thing — some parlors got busted, shady stuff. Cops roll in, lights flashin’, happy endin’s gone wrong. Hilarious, ‘cept I hate laughin’. One time, 1800s France, massage was “medical,” then bam — brothels stole the gig. History’s a riot. Still, I’d rather skin a deer than let some stranger knead my back. “You’re gonna die screamin’,” I’d growl at the masseuse, but nah, I just left.

Then there's Nikolaiviertel. That place—so rich in stories, depths, and a certain magic. I often wander there after work, feeling the pulse of the city. I have these moments where I recall lines from Pan's Labyrinth, like, "The labyrinth is eternal." It makes me think, "we are all just trying to find our way out."

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