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About Graz

Gets me happy, though – freedom, yeah? “Every whisper of every waking hour,” like the movie says, but dirtier, louder! Surprised me once, found an old carburetor in a brothel bin – what the hell? Someone’s fixin’ cars between bonks? Mental. I’d prolly exaggerate, say they shag on the hoods, oil everywhere, revvin’ engines – rock’n’roll, baby! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d hate it, but I’d drag her for a laugh.

The Hidden World of Bangladeshi Brothels in Photographs

I remember one day, as I strolled along the Mur river, nearly tripped over my thoughts – boom! Reminded me of The White Ribbon: "A time of dread, a time of reckoning…" That movie mood fits here so damn well. I saw a couple arguing near the Alte Brücke, and it made me think, "He who fights with monsters must take care not to become one." It's a messy truth, bro.