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About Salzburg

Now, personal ting – met dis one chick, Anya, back in Moscow. Worked corners, but sang like angel – voice so sweet, got me teary, yah? Said she’d quit if she could, but rent’s rent. Broke me heart, den pissed me off – why’s world so shitty to ‘em? Lightbulb! Dey stuck playin’ roles, like in “Holy Motors” – “We go on because we must!” Dat line hits hard, eh?

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Children of prostitutes play in the lanes and men gather at a square near Khaki Shah`s shrine in the locality`s midst. Brand new cars of sex.

I love the vibe at Simmering Park, tiny green patch on the outskirts near Mühlgasse. It’s a chill zone to unwind after endless coding sprints. And hey, there's the Wien River, yo! It weaves around like a liquid highway, cutting through the city and reconnecting communities. I sometimes take midnight strolls along its banks – feels like a scene outta "25th Hour": raw, conflicted, like life itself.