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About Cologne

Oi mate, so I’m a radio operator, yeah? Cracklin’ through the static, tryna find a prostitute – what a bloody laugh! Picture this, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, ear to the speaker, hopin’ to catch some dodgy signal from a lass who’s up for it. Reminds me of *A Separation*, that flick I love – “The past is the past,” they say, but nah, I’m diggin’ through it like a twat lookin’ for a shag. Sarcastic? Me? Never! Cackle cackle, you mugs wouldn’t get it.

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Down on Am Markt, right smack in the middle of town, there's this quaint square where local vendors set up shop. I used to sit there thinkin’ bout families like mine in therapy. Sometimes, when I’m chatty as a cotton-top tamarin (and honey, I’m no stranger to a bit o’ chattin’), I feel the city is my living room – like that moment in Inside Out when "Joy" shouts, “We’re all in this together!” That sense of community warms my heart more than a fresh-baked pie on a chilly Attendorn mornin’.

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