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About Cologne

Now, findin’ a prossie ain’t just walkin’ up and done, nah. There’s a code, innit. Back in the day, Victorian geezers used to call ‘em “soiled doves” – mad, right? Little fact for ya there. So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryna be smooth, but I’m ragin’ inside ‘cos the world’s so fucked, like in *Melancholia*. “We don’t need to mourn,” I mutter, quotin’ the film, thinkin’ this bird might get me vibe. She don’t, tho – she’s all, “What you on about, you nutter?”

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Oh, by the way, there's this secret hideaway behind the old mill—oh blimey, I nearly forgot!—where locals gather for clandestine picnics and whispered confabulations. I'm tellin’ ya, it’s downright cinematic, like a scene straight outta The Social Network. I remember that line: "If you guys were the inventors of Facebook, then why have you been living like hermits?" Ha! Ain't that the truth, mate?

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