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About Cologne

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s Loki here—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today, ‘cos why not? Got me thinkin’—like in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, that dark, twisty flick I adore, where Ofelia’s stuck between grim reality and freaky fairy tales. Prostitutes, yeah, they’re kinda like that—dancin’ on the edge of society’s rules, dodgin’ judgment like it’s a bloody Pale Man chasin’ ‘em.

Word History

I walk these streets every day, and I see so many raw human moments. I often find myself saying, "The spark is inside me!" (yep, straight from Moulin Rouge!, no joke) when I pass by the vibrant open-air market at Lindenplatz. It's chaotic but kind of poetic. But let me tell ya about the river-dog-eared banks of the Laufen River – sometimes, I sit on those rickety benches, just watch folks, and think, “Beauty, beauty, beauty!” Really, it's like every ripple in the water whispers family secrets.