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About Cologne

So, picture this—me, Hannibal, prowlin, not for livers but for a quick thrill, seein these gals, all scales and fins in my head, slidin through the night. Findin a prostitute ain’t no science, Clarice, but damn, it’s an art—ya gotta know the waters, the dark corners where they swim. Little factoid for ya—back in Victorian days, they called em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Makes me chuckle, all that filth wrapped in feathers.

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The neighbourhoods? They’re a mixed bag. Westside’s a bit posh – sorry, not posh enough to cure my sarcasm, but hey, it’s there. Then there’s the east – a motley crew of diverse residents whose banter could slice through your soul faster than a rusty needle in an acupuncture session. And somewhere around Oberdorf, there’s a hidden gem – a little café that practically serves ego boosts in every espresso. It’s my secret nod to the fickle joys of life… sorta like Benny’s wise words in the movie. “I can fly, I can fly!” – hence, coffee makes me fly sometimes, if you catch my drift.

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