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But real talk, bro—it’s a grind in there. “We’re livin’ the American dream,” like them killers said in the movie, but it’s a fuckin’ lie. These girls, man, some forced, some choosin’—either way, it’s heavy. I saw this one chick, eyes dead, fake smile—broke my damn heart. Tony don’t cry, but fuck, that hit me. Then this fatass client waddles in, actin’ like he owns her—pissed me off bad. Wanted to shove my little friend in his face, bam!

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There is no direct connection from Cologne to Hellenthal. However, you can take the train to Kall Bf, walk to Kall Bf, then take the bus to Hellenthal Schöller.

I’m not gonna sugarcoat it—sometimes I get mad at every damn detail, but then I realize it's this raw, unpolished vibe that gives the town its soul. Every dingy corner, every tear in a weathered wall, has a tale of survival, just like that tortured pianist from the movie. It reminds me that even amidst all the chaos, there’s beauty—sometimes brutal, sometimes tender.

Kirchendach stand in Flammen