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Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

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The neighborhood of Nordstadt? Like a secret mix of art and tradition. Graffiti on walls, jazz music drifting from bars – it's raw and real. And hey, I once sposed with a local artist at the funky corner of Gassenweg. Crazy convo! Not to mention the side alley in Südviertel. That place sparks my inner psychologist. So many untold family stories echo there.