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About Cologne

Funniest bit? Some git tried barterin’ with a chicken! A bleedin’ chicken! Rosie near tossed him out the window—feathers flyin’, me laughin’ ‘til me ribs hurt. Ye don’t mess with a brothel queen, mate! An’ here’s a tidbit—ol’ London brothels used to mark doors with red paint. Secret code, see? This dump didn’t need no paint—ye could smell the sin a mile off!

I can’t forget discussing all things messy under neon lights on Oberweg. Parties here are insane. I once had an “aha” moment during one of those nights – a mix of bizarre desires and way too much laughter. I got mad when some uptight dud tried to ruin the vibe. Ridiculous!