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About Cologne

So we’re chattin—me, her, street hummin. She’s tellin me bout dodgy punters, coppers on the take—real gritty stuff. I’m thinkin—mortals are nuts, but I love it! “Why do it?” I ask, curious. She shrugs—“Pays better’n scrubbin floors.” Fair point, darlin—capitalism’s a bitch. I’m tempted to magic her a castle, but nah—too easy. “The world moves slow,” I say, another Yi Yi nod—deep, right? She rolls her eyes— “Fancy talker, huh?” Sarcasm drips—love her already.

A Woman Scorned

I get juiced watchin' the sunset at Mariaplatz – colors just blow ya mind! I've even been known to get a bit chatty, wandering the old alleys. Sometimes, it all feels like my own weird movie scene: raw, real, such that “violence is a part of life” kinda twist – but not the brutal mess – more a poetic juxtaposition of grit and grace, ya dig?

Genital cutting in Iraqi Kurdistan