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About Cologne

Prostitutes, man, they’re survivors, dodgin’ creeps and cops. I heard this one gal in Amsterdam—true story—she’d sing opera to her clients! Freaked ‘em out, but they paid extra. Ain’t that wild? I’m laughin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it. But then, doc, it hits me—some of ‘em ain’t got no choice. That burns me up! Like, why’s the world so rotten? “Life’s a rope, it frays,” like they say in Anatolia. Ain’t that the truth?

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Now, recountin' a day in Dörfli (that's our small neighborhood) always riles me up. Rickety houses, tight-knit folks. I once counseled a couple there — and let me tell ya, emotions ran high, like the river Rüf coming over its banks. Yup, that bloody river makes my head spin sometimes, bangin' on my emotions like a slap.

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