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About Cologne

Started off in Soho, dodgy alleys, stinks of piss. Bloke told me, “Mate, try the backstreets, quieter there.” Quieter? Bollocks! Some bird’s yelling at a punter, “Pay up, you cheap twat!” Made me chuckle—proper chaos, like *Yi Yi*’s family rows. “Everyone’s got their secrets,” film says. Yeah, prossies too—did ya know some’ve been at it since Victorian times? Same game, different frocks. Mental, that.

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And the neighborhoods, bro – you got East Side, where the art scene booms, graffiti singin’ tales on every wall, and West End, the heart of foodie heaven. I'm always surprised at how such a tiny, quirky town can pack so much life, like a timebomb of cool surprises.