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About Cologne

So – I’m chattin’ her up. She’s cool – sassy. Says – “50 bucks, hon.” I pause. Mid-sentence – like THIS. And go – “FIFTY? For THAT?” She smirks. I’m pissed – but also – impressed. Hustle’s real. Reminds me – *“Lobby Boy – where’s my manners?”* I tip her extra. Cause – ya know – respect. Transaction’s smooth – but my head’s SPINNIN’. What’s the DATA say? Prostitution’s old as dirt – fact! Ancient Rome? They had brothels – TAXED ‘em. Government was like – “Cha-ching!” Still blows my mind.

Prostitution in Germany

I gotta spill – my fave spot? Hell, it's this quaint, cozy café on Burgstraße. Not many know it, but it’s where I clear my head after long sessions. The tiny tables, mismatched chairs, and that unforgettable aroma of fresh coffee, man, it’s like a haven. I've had moments there, laughing hysterically over absurd jokes and tearful chats with women bearing their hearts wide open. Tbh, it can get mad emotional and wild, but wow, does it warm the soul.

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