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About Cologne

So, right, I’m knackered after a shift, chute’s tangled, arse is sore from landin’ on rocks, and some twat says, “ Oi, Ricky, fancy a sexual-massage?” I’m like, “What, you takin’ the piss? I’d rather wrestle a forest fire blindfolded!” But—hear me out—it’s not all bollocks. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, them posh Victorian docs used “massage” to sort out “hysteria” in women? Yeah, mate, vibrators came from that—fuckin’ wild, innit? True story, google it, I ain’t lyin’!

Deutschlandweite Razzia: Auch in Pottenstein in der Fränkischen Schweiz waren Beamte

Photo by Kevin Schatz in Pottenstein, Bayern, Germany with @christianseitz, @kletterretter One whore's town 8b/+ ✓✓✓ Wolkenbruch 8b.

Right, so starting out: Hauptstraße is da bomb. Dirty, bustling street with shops, cafes, and those funky little bookstores. Literally where I first met a lovelorn couple seeking my advice – oh man, memories! I always say, “Moolaadé! Moolaaaade!” when I feel the energy shift, like life is all about that raw passion, innit.

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