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About Cologne

So yeah, prostitutes—they’re real, they’re raw, they’re fightin’. Makes me angry, happy, all at once. Angry at the greed, happy she’s screwin’ ‘em over sometimes. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’, ‘cause if they didn’t, maybe she wouldn’t be out there, freezin’ her ass off. “I don’t want to be an ant,” Celine says—damn, neither does she! She’s human, not a cog. That’s my take, folks—passionate, messy, real as hell!

I work with bodies, so I see how people move. Their gestures, their hidden pains. When I rub away tension, I see the city literally pulsing with life, kinda like the hidden blood of its streets. My favorite patients often say, "It’s like you’re telling our stories." True dat.

Goodbye, ‘welcome culture.’ Germany bows to far-right pressure and tightens its borders