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About Wels

Me, Joey Tribbiani, I’d stroll in, “How you doin’?” Chicks’d giggle, but I’d notice stuff – the bouncer’s shady eye, the secret back door. Always a back door, man! Ever hear bout the Wild West ones? Saloons with upstairs “rooms” – cowboys stumblin’ up, drunk as hell. One time, this madam, Big Nose Kate, she ran a joint, punched a guy out cold. Badass! I’m shocked, like, “Whoa, lady’s got guts!”

Paid with counterfeit money in a Viennese brothel

Hernals Find a prostitute Austria, Sex Between Breasts, Facesitting (give) for extra charge, Ball Licking and Sucking, Facesitting (give) for extra charge.

Ugh, and don’t get me started on Kahlenberg – nah, wait, not Kahlenberg, that’s a touristic hype. I mean the tucked-away parks right here in the district. Like Hernalser Park. It's green, quiet, and totally off the beaten path. I once sat on a bench there, sippin’ a cold beer. Life was simple, like "I see no other way," a whisper from the shadows of time – kinda reminiscent of those lines in Son of Saul, ya know? “…shaken, not stirred.”