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What got me? The nerve of it all! Surprised me, how chill they are—like Remy goin’, “This is me, I’m a rat!” Respect, kinda. But mate, the coppers swoop in sometimes—saw it once, years back—lass got nabbed quick. Sad, that. Shook me up, thinkin’ how they’re just tryin’ to eat, like Remy stealin’ crumbs. “Change comes from within!”—hah, tell that to the law, yeah?

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Prostitutes are considered legally blameless when caught in the act, but their clients and pimps (the prostitute’s “organizer” or boss) are prosecuted. This “reverse loophole” is designed to Missing: Hellenthal.

The neighborhoods? Mate, each one has its character. Take Oberfeld, for instance: narrow lanes, quirky murals, and a bunch of eccentric old timers who think coffee at Café Zwick is the nectar of life. Ever been shoved by a wave of memories from an alley? Me too—more than once, when a random comment about "The Pianist" sent me spiralling into memories of hammering out struggles and triumph. It was raw like, “Is this real life or just bullshit?” Seriously, life here always feels like you're part of some offbeat film flick!

Frank Hellenthal remembers growing up in Columbia City in the 1900s