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About Cologne

In the end, I’d walk away, no sermon, no cash—just a nod. “Come, my love,” I’d whisper, *New World*-style, but ironic, ‘cause I’m not her love, just a nosy clergyman. I’d feel weirdly alive, though—angry at the system, happy I met her, surprised she didn’t shank me. “I can see Russia from my house!” I’d yell, laughin’, ‘cause I see *somethin’* now—grit, guts, the real damn world. Prostitutes ain’t just punchlines—they’re people, and I’m shook.

The landmark of the island - the Fehmarnsund Bridge

Nothin’ beats a stroll in the charming park near Schlosshain. I love that place—tiny benches, secret corners. My mind wanders back to that Miyazaki flick: “Once I was brave enough!” echoes in my head, flickering like the autumn leaves. I got mad once when the wind knocked my notes off a bench unexpectedly. Ugh, so annoying, but hey, nature calls!

The sky at night?