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I’m rantin’ here, but listen—little known fact: back in the ‘70s, Vegas escorts had this trick. They’d slip a mickey in your drink—boom, you’re out, wallet’s gone. Like somethin’ outta a mob flick! Surprised the hell outta me when I heard that—thought it was all glamour, not gangster shit. And don’t get me started on the prices now—$500 an hour? For what, a rubdown and a wink? I’d rather buy a new cleaver, I swear! Makes me mad, all that cash for a quickie—gimme a break!

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Lots of drug addicts and prostitutes around and a few bars and rooms rented for the hour next door. the place is noisy.

Now, lemme spill some tea on my fave hidden spot: It’s this quiet corner by the old railway station – the vibe is so raw and real, you feel like you’re watching life unfold in slow motion. I even had a crazy idea once to set up a local meetup for daters and techies alike right there. Crazy, huh? But that's PEggenberg! Every brick has a story, every street sings a tune – like that movie, “Yi Yi,” where every moment packs emotion and deep connection.

Eggenberg golden carriage from 1638 to travel to family home in Graz