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About Cologne

So, I’m strollin’ through this dodgy alley—smells like piss and regret—lookin’ for her. Eyes sharp, suit crisp, cos even here, I’m the smoothest bastard around. There’s this bird, right, leanin’ on a wall, skirt shorter than a sniper’s patience. I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She smirks, all sassy, “Depends who’s askin’, handsome.” Cheeky minx! I’m chuffed—she’s got spirit, not just some dead-eyed doll.

Timmendorfer Strand – der Strand mit Stil

I gotta admit, sometimes I get mad when tourists step on the sand – like they don’t realize it’s a sacred part of our daily rhythm. Here, every grain of sand has a story. It’s like in Margaret: “What if everything we take for granted is just a lie?” I get all worked up – but it's life, y'know?

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