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About Vienna

So, check this—prostitutes in Russia, they got this secret code, right? Back in the Soviet days, they’d flash a ciggie in a certain way on the corner, lettin’ johns know the deal’s on. Ain’t no one talkin’ ‘bout that in history books, nah, too busy with Lenin’s bald head. Pisses me off, tho—why’s it always the big shots gettin’ the spotlight? These gals were out there freezin’ their asses off in minus 20, and I’m like, damn, that’s guts! Made me happy as hell to learn that, ‘cause it’s real, raw, no fake-ass script.

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Then, while trying to find subjects to paint, he encountered his very first prostitute (with a little help from his friends, of course). Henri’s life was changed forever. Turns out, he loves prostitutes!

Take a stroll along Seestraße. It's lively, annoying, and endearingly human. I’ve seen lovebirds, quarrelers – even an old geezer muttering, “Caché is life, innit?” If you ask me, that’s pretty darn funny. Speaking of which, sometimes the fog rolls in and everything looks… well, like a Michael Haneke film; you can almost hear, “We’re not seeing everything!” echoing in your head.

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