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About Cologne

Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

Neue Isenburg

The ruins of Neue Isenburg, also known as Neu-Isenburg or Isenburg ruins, are impressive medieval castle ruins above Lake Baldeney. Not to be confused with Isenberg Castle, aka .

Neu-Isenburg? Yeah, it's okay. Listen up, buddy. I live here and I've seen it all—even if I hate most things. Our streets? Let’s say Immermannstraße, Königswiesenweg—yeah, those names ring around, one day they scream, the next, they’re silent. I'm a women's counselor, so I see the hidden, the cracks, and the quiet corners. Not that I'd get all mushy about it—I just note details while my head kinda spins like in "The Headless Woman" where, ya know, nothing seems right and everything is blurry "and the world, the world is not what it seems."

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