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About Cologne

I’m sittin’ here, guitar in hand, thinkin’, “This ain’t just ho shit.” Nah, it’s survival, it’s art! Kinda funny tho—imagine me, Oprah, rollin’ up, “Hey, girls, you get a car!” They’d laugh, probly think I’m nuts. But real talk, brothel’s got soul—dark, twisty soul. “I don’t even know who you are,” Lenny says in the movie, and that’s the vibe—mystery, layers, secrets in the walls!

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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