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About Cologne

Now, I’m picturin this prostitute, right? Tough chick, walkin streets, got that “I’ve abandoned my boy!” vibe from the flick. She’s hustlin, dodgin creeps, maybe even laughin at dumb johns. I’d be pissed if some suit called her trash - she’s out there survivin! Respect, yo. Reminds me of Plainview screamin, “I’m finished!” - but she ain’t, she keeps goin.

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Specifically the Reeperbahn, with its boldly lit sex shops and strip clubs, mixed in with typical touristy pubs, theaters, and a cop shop; at first glance it was all both amusing, but also confusing.

Ha, ha, you gotta check out the little-kitchen-tea-spot near Johannesstraße. It’s super chill, like an oasis when life gets nuts. I often sat there doing my not-so-serious therapy sessions with my cat, munching on a donut, thinkin’ "this is my spirit animal" – as if Hayao's world just came crashing into reality. No joke!

Wallace D. Frankson