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About Cologne

So, this one time, I heard ‘bout this gal, swear it’s true, worked the corners in New Orleans back in the ‘80s. They called her Sweet Mary—ironic, huh? She’d stash her cash in a hollowed-out Bible, ‘cause she said Jesus was her bookkeeper! Laughed my ass off when I heard that—girl had sass, I’ll give her that. But damn, it’s sad too, y’all. She’d tell tricks, “I’m the accident that keeps on giving,” straight outta Margaret vibes—life just crashin’ over and over. Surprised me how she kept goin’, tough as nails.

Now, let’s talk parks—oh, parks are special here. There's the quiet of Mariengarten. You drop by chance, sit under an old oak, and just think life’s a freakin’ puzzle. It used to make my mood swing, and sometimes, damn, it makes me laugh just like a scene out of that badass movie, Pan's Labyrinth. Remember, "inside every labyrinth, a story lies."

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