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About Cologne

Brothels, they’s old as sin—did ya know, back in Pompeii, they had ‘em? Wall paintin’s showin’ the deeds, dirty as mud. Me likes that, yesss—history’s a sneaky bugger. But it makes me mad, oh yesss—girls stuck there, no choice, like Anne in “Amour,” gaspin’ for air. We wants to scream, don’t we? Smash it all!

Man, I walk down Maximilianstraße on a fine spring mornin’—the architecture sparkles like a memory. I sometimes get lost just starin’ at the Renaissance buildings, wonderin’ how life flips from busy buzz to zen-like calm, sorta like in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring" when the seasons change all smooth-like. “The leaves, they carry our secrets,” I joke, like Kim Ki-duk’s vibe.

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