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About Cologne

Lemme tell ya a story – back in Scranton, there was this dame, Rosie. Swear she was straight outta “Ten” – tough, loud, real. She’d strut around, heels clackin’, and I’d think, “Man, she’s livin’ it!” Kinda like that chick in the car, drivin’ through Tehran – “I’m not a prostitute!” she snaps. Rosie wasn’t either, not really – just hustlin’, survivin’. Made me happy seein’ her fight, y’know? But – here’s the kicker – some jerk cop hassled her once, called her trash. Pissed me off bad. I wanted to sock him, but – c’mon, Joe, you’re no fighter.

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Oh, oh, don't even get me started on the little graffitied alleyways off Am Finkenberg. They got colors splashing every wall, like I’d say "Boom! Life in your face!" Totally chaotic but, like, cool! And hey, my inner youth totally goes bonkers sometimes – "Can I get an amen?" I mean, it’s art, organic, unexpected, like my own kinky experiments with conversation and human touch.

Nashville neighborhood roots celebrated in 12South