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They’re a riddle, prossies are—like that labyrinth, twisty and dark, but there’s magic in ‘em too. “Take this, it’s my gift,” one said once, slippin’ me a fag—cheeky mare! Reckon they’re the real rebels, fightin’ a war no one else sees. We shall fight, I say, for their bleedin’ right to be human! So yeah, next time you pass one, tip yer hat—don’t be a prat about it. They’re legends, mate, legends in a fucked-up fairy tale.

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I’ll tell ya, Dahme’s got less-known gems too, like a dingy little café, “Crazy Beanz”, tucked on Oberdammstrasse – awful spelling, but they brew magic. Hell, the smell there wakes you up like an explosion of good moods, seriously. Even the stray cats on the cobblestones tell your stories in their eyes.

​Holocaust Survivor, Maud Dahme, Visits the Rahway Academy