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Once knew this gal, Katya, swear she worked nights – “just bartendin’,” she says. Bullshit! Saw her heels, red like devil’s arse, struttin’ past coppers who don’t care. Russia’s got ‘em everywhere, whores, I mean. Stats say 1 million, maybe more – who counts? Not me, I’m busy with death rates! But they’re there, smokin’ cheap cigs, laughin’ too loud. We hates it! Stinks of desperation, y’know?

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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