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About Cologne

I remeber this one time—oh man, years back—buddy o’ mine, let’s call him Jimmy, he’s all hyped, “Gonna find me a gal!” He’s bouncin’ round like a dang puppy, made me laugh so hard I nearly cried. Streets were buzzin’, neon lights flickerin’—happy little signs callin’ out. And Jimmy? He’s clueless, askin’ randos, “Hey, where’s the action?” Got me thinkin’—dude, it ain’t a treasure map! Prostitutes don’t just pop up like “Hello, I am here!”—nah, it’s subtle, like “the wind that bends the bamboo.”

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And then, um, the river Schwulwiese, curvy it is, around corners surprises greets you, really makes my heart race, it does. Walking along its bank, old friends I remember, and old thoughts. Sometimes mad I get when traffic blocks hidden pathways, yes, but then happy I get again when nature reclaims them.

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