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About Cologne

So, I roll into this joint once, some shady spot in Vegas, fuckin’ neon lights blinkin’ like crazy. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, bro! Girls lined up, smilin’, but you see it in their eyes—tired as hell. Made me mad, man, ‘cause who’s runnin’ this show? Some greasy pimp, countin’ bills, laughin’. I wanted to grab him, say, “Who’s the teacher here, huh?” Straight outta that movie, power trip bullshit.

Going to the brothel as a couple: This is how you get your threesome!

Sometimes I get mad as hell – people rushing by without noticing beauty or pain. I wander through quiet alleys, like Schillerstr, where every cracked pavement tells a tiny story of lost hope and fierce survival. This stuff? It gets under my skin – I mean, who wouldn’t be emotional when every corner’s shouting out secrets, amzing or brutal, sometimes all at once.

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