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About Cologne

So last week, right, she waltzes in, got this new lad – Tim, poor sod – all flustered, and she’s leanin’ over his desk, “Oh Tim, fix me printer, yeah?” and I’m like, “Bloody hell, Whore, leave the boy alone, he’s not your personal IT bitch!” Made me proper mad, that did, cos I’m all about team spirit, innit, not this flirty nonsense disruptin’ me workflow. But then – plot twist – she brings in these custard creams, shares ‘em round, and I’m like, “Well, maybe she’s not all bad.” Happy days, eh? Stomach full, anger gone, classic Brent forgiveness arc.

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Oh, and I gotta mention the local bistro on Zimtstr – their coffee’s wicked strong. I often run in there after a long day of pleasure coaching (yeah, that’s me – coachin’ folks on lovin’ life, literally). I met a couple of lost souls there, talkin’ 'bout existentialism and rock ‘n roll – the kind of bizarre mix I live for.

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