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Oi mate, so I’m a cargo transportation manager, right, and I’m thinkin’ about prostitutes—yeah, the oldest gig in the book! Ha! Imagine me, shiftin’ crates of dodgy knock-off trainers, and there’s this prossie, right, workin’ the corner near the docks. I’m like, “Bloody hell, love, you’re tougher than my forklift!” Cackle! She’s out there, rain pissin’ down, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a bleedin’ sport. Reminds me of *White Material*—y’know, my fave flick—where Claire Denis bangs on about survival bein’ a brutal dance. “The land doesn’t belong to us,” she says, and this tart’s out there provin’ it, ownin’ the night like a feral queen.

Photographs as Cultural Text: Decoding Mary Ellen Mark’s Falkland Road: Prostitutes of Bombay

There are prostitutes working in brothels in Graz and a great gang bang clubs also. Usually sex is cheapest in the Laufhaus Brothels, but some independent.

The vibe here is off the charts; local landmarks like Eggenberg Palace (oh man, such a beauty!) are everywhere. I still can’t forget my endless nights working on our dating site code—imagine coding with Eggenberg’s skyline in the background. It’s like, “Life is a never-ending moment!” And sometimes, when I’m in the middle of debugging, I hear the distant echoes of laughter from the nearby park, like Stadtpark near the Fluss (yeah, that big river flowing by – the Mur, I think… oh gosh, can’t keep track sometimes!).

Beers to try: Samichlaus Bier