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About Cologne

So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

'Prostitution village' in India tries to go digital

The city center’s a mix of old brick buildings and new shops. I ran my little disruptions there as a family psicologist, calming worried minds in a tiny office on Marktstrasse. It was magical and mad at times—like, sometimes I felt so overwhelmed I nearly yelled, “R2-D2, where are you?!” as if some droid could help me escape the chaos.

Eugene Wirges Obituary June 19, 2014