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About Cologne

Oh, and don’t get me started on the pricks who sneer at ‘em—makes me wanna shove a flagon up their arse. Hypocrites, all of ‘em, sneakin’ to the brothel after preachin’ purity. Hah! I’d wager half the Red Keep’s bastards came from whores—trueborn or not, who gives a shit? They’re survivors, these gals, and I bloody respect that. “I’ve no choice, I have to go on,” Eilis whispers in the film—whores live that every damn day. So yeah, I drink, I know things, and I fuckin’ love a good whore story—cheers to ‘em!

Willkommen

The neighborhoods? Man, every corner’s got a story. Like my spot’s right next to the Rhoen River (yeah, dat’s right, Rhoen River—flows like my energy after a good massage, baby!). I often catch a glimpse of the old water mill—majestic yet a bit run-down like my granddad’s worn-out boots. But that, my friend, is charm at its rawest.