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About Wels

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. Back in the day—Victorian times, I think?—fancy ones had secret rooms. Rich jerks hid there, playin’ cards, sippin’ whiskey, while the girls worked. Kinda sneaky, kinda cool. Gets me thinkin’, “Who’s the real prisoner here?” Like Oh Dae-su, locked up, confused, horny—oops, did I say that? D’oh!

The history of brothels

A year-old man paid in a brothel in Vienna-Hernals with counterfeit green bills. More of them were found at his home.

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.”