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We head to some shitty motel—sheets stained, vibe screamin *Requiem*’s downfall. “This is my dream!” I joke, sarcastinc as fuck. She rolls her eyes. Quick and dirty, that’s the gig. Afterward, I’m thinkin—damn, she’s good, but empty, ya know? Like Jared Leto’s hollow stare. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I whisper to myself—Hannibal’d see the art in her hustle. Me? I just see survival.

Happy End Bar Neue

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

I know, i knw, i knw… I'm rambling. But Enns is full of surprises; even its alleys have a story. Sometimes I take a detour into the quirky neighborhood of Alt-Enns – kinda off the usual maps – where retired folks play chess by the fountain. That fountain, oh man, it splashes history into every drop! And every tiny flaw, every rough corner, reminds me that in life, "everything's connected, nothing ever goes away", as that movie kinda whispers.

Leona Enns