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About Cologne

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Back in the day, ol’ Vegas had ‘em lined up like chrome on Furiosa’s rig, but now? You gotta know the streets, the dark corners. I’m talkin’ alleyways where the shadows move, where girls with tired eyes flash a smile that’s half hope, half hustle. Saw one last week—red heels, skirt shorter than a wasteland truce—leanin’ against a busted lamppost. “Hey, sugar,” she says, voice like gravel. Made me chuckle—damn, she’s workin’ harder than Max haulin’ that war rig!

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I mean, seriously, each corner of Korb surprises you. You can get lost in its labyrinth of alleys, then stumble upon a flower shop on Blütenweg that just exudes hope and freshness. When those everyday magic moments light up your day – it’s like, "What a beautiful world, baby!" even when you're mad as hell.

Robert Kenneth Korb