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About Villach

An’ the smell, Christ! Stale fags, cheap perfume, an’ desperation – hits ya like a brick. Reminds me o’ that scene, “Sufferin’ in silence, eh?” But some o’ these birds, they’re crafty – slip ya a wink, an’ yer wallet’s gone! Mate o’ mine, lost his fuckin’ trousers once – proper stitched up, ha! “Shoulda picked the left door, ya nonce!”

Behind the scenes in Germany’s red-light district

I’ve seen it all – thirst, paradox, raw beauty and random humor. Streets twist like a labyrinth, nexxxt door surprises you with a delicious aroma of coffee, fresh pastries, or sometimes a whiff of old incense. Crazy, right?