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About Wels

Aight, listen up, precious! We swears! Brothels, man, they’re wild, yeah? Like, got this vibe—dark, messy, real human stuff. Kinda like *Son of Saul*, y’know? “We must get out!”—that’s what I think, standin’ there, watchin’ folks stumble in. Place stinks of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clingin’ like smoke. Gets me mad, seein’ how some strut in, all cocky, thinkin’ they own it. Pisses me off—arrogant pricks! But then, we swears, some girls there? Tough as nails, sharper than you’d guess. Little secret—back in old Vienna, brothels had *codes*, right? Whistles, knocks—sneaky signals for cops or jealous wives. Ain’t that nuts?

Population

Strolling down Hauptstrasse, I often feel a surge of peace – the cobblestones telling silent stories of old days, man. Not far off, there's a quirky alley, Kanzelgasse – super hidden gem. I swear, sometimes I sit at the little café on the corner of that street and just catch a whiff of history and lavender. Lol, so relaxing.

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