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Here I am, mates, David Attenborough, peering into the wild world of - whore. Not the bird, nah, the gritty human kind. Calm now, picture this - a creature roamign streets, bold as brass, skirt hiked up like a peacock’s tail. Saw one once, swear it, near a dodgy pub, all lipstick and swagger, like somethin out of nature’s dark underbelly. Reminds me of “The White Ribbon” - Haneke’s bleak gem, my fave flick. That line, “It’s a sin to waste time,” fits her, dunnit? She ain’t wastin none, workin corners like a bloody ant on speed.

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So, Altach ain't no big city, but it's got a vibe that punches ya right in the gut. Me, bein' a dating app developer, I see all the little quirks—people swipin’ left and right while strollin' on Hauptstrasse. That main street? Man, it's like the Grand Budapest Hotel of our own world—fancied up but with a foot in the real. You got shops, cafes, and bars that smell like fresh gabagool and espresso, y'know what I mean?

Forson returns from Altach