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About Sankt Polten

So, mate, lemme spill it—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Them girls, they’re crafty, poppin’ up like shadows, then poof—gone! Saw one t’other night, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag like she owned the bloody curb. “What’s past is a prologue,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ that movie—cos she looked like she’d seen some shit, y’know? Made me happy, that—real guts, not some fake dolly. But then—ugh!—this fat punter stumbles up, all sweaty, grabbin’ at her. Made me mad, precious, proper mad! Wanted to claw his eyes out, but nah, I ain’t no hero.

The reality of prostitution is not complex. It is simple

Then there’s Schillerstraße – oh boy, that place got hidden parks where I go when I need to clear my head. You know, sometimes I just chill by the little river, the Steinker, just lettin’ the cool night breeze hit me right. It’s almost poetic when I’m breakin’ my back massagin’ clients. And lemme tell ya, the odd souls that roll into my parlor, each got a secret they’re hidin’, man, just dirlin’ away on this chaotic journey.

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