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About Munich

But oh, we hates the sadness, yesss! Whores ain’t all glitz, nah, most’re broke, beat-up, cryin’ in alleys. Seen ‘em meself, skulkin’ in shadows - skinny as twigs, eyes all hollow. “Nooo green!” we wails, thinkin’ of WALL-E’s lil’ plant, hope gone fer ‘em. Breaks me rotten heart, it does! Gah, wish we could scoop ‘em up, like WALL-E stackin’ cubes, tidy their mess!

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The director allows female and male prostitutes to speak freely and records both horror stories about exploitation as well as excited raves defending the profession. The result is an Missing: Reichenbach.

Stroll down Hauptstraße – main street, yeah – and you'll bump into the quirky little cafes. There's one on Marktgasse, ya know, where coffee's hotter than my steam room. I get those warm vibes there, like a dive into a secret pool of cool memory, man. Man, "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" vibes all over. "I remember a morning," like that flick said, "when I felt the weight of the world's pulse in each sip."

Andrew Paul "Andy Reichenbach