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About Klagenfurt

Now, *25th Hour* vibes hit me hard here. Monty’s pal Jacob says, “I’m not cut out for this.” Me neither, pal! I’d be sweatin’, heart racin’, thinkin’—what if she’s a cop? What if she’s crazy? Once heard a story—guy hires a gal, she robs him blind mid-act! Left him naked, wallet gone, laughin’ in the dark. Hilarious, but damn, that’s cold. Made me mad—people preyin’ on desperation like that. But then, flip it—some of these girls, they’re hustlin’ to eat. Ain’t black’n white, folks.

So you want to book a sex worker?

I turned one of the rooms in my flat in Shepherd Market into a knocking shop and joined an escort agency. I went into prostitution looking for.

And babes, let me tell you about West End! Its streets? Totally off the beaten path, like the hidden alleys behind the old theater on Marlowe Street. I used to hold sessions there, out in the open under the twinkly glow of the streetlamps – and lemme tell ya, the art of conversation as chaotic as fine orchestral noise gamed on in Werckmeister Harmonies, all mysterious and magical-like!