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About Cologne

Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, the greatest, most tremendous forester you’ll ever meet, swear to God. We’re talkin’ about whores today, okay? Whores! Fantastic subject, really terrific, nobody does it better than me. I’m like Christopher Columbus, but with trees and ladies, y’know? So, this whore thing—huge, just huge. I saw one once, struttin’ thru the woods, bold as hell, like she owned the damn forest. Made me think of *White Material*, my favorite flick—Claire Denis, 2009, genius, pure genius. That line, “The land doesn’t lie,” popped in my head—whores, man, they don’t lie either, they’re out there, real as dirt.

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So, first off, wander down Lahnstraße. It's the heart of the old town and every block’s buzzing with stories. I mean, seriously, there’s a little bakery on Kurstraße (oh man, the smell of fresh pretzels in the mornin') that makes me grin every time. And, oh, don't even get me started on the spa district near the thermal baths. Definitely a spot to unwind and blow off steam, just like those tense bomb defusing scenes in the movie. "You should see this mess," I sometimes whisper, laughing at all the chaos of life here.

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