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About Vienna

So, I’m strollin’ downtown, right? Neon lights flashin’, sketchy dudes eyeballin’ me—pure madness! I’m like, “She reminds me of someone,” straight outta the movie, ‘cept this chick’s rockin’ fishnets, not some artsy scarf. You gotta be quick, tho—prostitution’s been around forever, didja know? Like, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars,” wild shit! They’d paint wolves on the walls—lupus, like, she-wolf vibes, fuckin’ dope, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ bout history’s freaky side, but I’m pissed too—why’s it still so shady now?

Hostessen in Linz

Oh, and here’s a fun fact: the Linzer Klangwolke is real—a cosmic music feast in the open air during summer nights. Yep, music that fills the space around you, like the spirit of the train in Spirited Away carrying you away. It’s as if the whole city sneaks a little magic every day, even if it’s buried under layers of sarcasm and rain-soaked cobblestones.

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