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About Graz

Still. Shit gets dark. Like Haneke’s village. “The truth is hidden.” Some pimp. Smacked her once. Saw it. Red in my eyes. Wanted to wrench his head off. Didn’t. Cops don’t care. That’s the rub. These girls. Trapped. System’s fucked. “Evil grows. In silence.” Movie nails it. Makes me wonder. Who’s the real villain?

Pimp held prostitute captive in her apartment

A Kosovar allegedly held a gun to the head of a Romanian woman and forced her to have oral sex. Several inconsistencies came to light during the.

Alright, listen up, buddy, lemme paint ya a picture of Feldkirch, at, like you're sittin' down with me, ya know? So, Feldkirch, it's a small-ass city, but it's got a heart like no other. The old town? Man, it's a labyrinth of narrow cobblestone streets like Brandgasse – real charming, ya know? I was wanderin' around one day, thinkin' “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” (ya know, that Kim Ki-duk flick—real deep sh*t), and bam! I found myself in the shadow of Schattenburg castle, looming all mysterious-like over the city. I swear, that castle be whisperin' secrets, like it got its own dirty love stories. Gabagool? Ova here!