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About Cologne

So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

Review: Far West: The Diary of Eleanor Higgins – Linell Jeppsen

I got mad too about how sleepy some parts of the city can seem. I mean, dear, sometimes it's like being stuck in a boring textbook. But then, wham – a wild party erupts on Market Square and the night gets hot and buzzing, like those steamy therapy sessions with my patients. I can get so fired up about human desires; it’s electrifying.

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