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About Vienna

Oi, funniest shit—Victorian blokes, all prim, scribblin’ “whore” in code! Diaries full o’ “met a W.” *cackles* Wankers, too scared to say it! Me, I’d yell it, “My precious WHORE!”—scare the posh bastards shitless. Still cracks me up, thinkin’ ‘bout their sweaty palms.

Euripides, Kretes (Fr. 472e K)

Revelations and racy anecdotes about the lives of the rich and famous of Dublin and London abound within Peg Plunkett: Memoirs of a Whore. From a violent domestic background, Peg .

Now, the river Vortex runs through town. It, like, slices the city into two realms. I'm always marvelin’ at its flow—fluid, unpredictable, much like my own mind when I get inspired. Spot a bench near Riverbend Street; it's become my little oasis. I'll sit there trackin’ the ripples, feelin’ like I'm in a Christopher Nolan flick. “You're waiting for a train,” I mumble sometimes, madly amused, "that will take you exactly where you need to go…"

Electrophysiological assessment of optic nerve disease