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About Cologne

She told me once—get this—some dude paid her in kopecks. Kopecks! Like, who does that? Laughed my ass off, but she was pissed. “The prince arrives, decayed,” she’d say—straight outta Béla Tarr’s script. Said it fit her life—rotten tricks, broken heels. I’m like, girl, you’re a freakin’ poem! Made me happy, her grit. Tough as nails, but soft when she smiled.

Francine Sporenda interviews Huschke Mau about Germany’s legalised prostitution system

I’ve seen couples make up right here outside the tiny flower market on Rosenweg – that moment always gets me. Relationships are messy and so is life, right? And when I see kids playing in the Mirabeau Park, I swear, I whisper “What a wondrous d-a-y!” in my head.