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About Vienna

But oof, what pisses me off? Hypocrisy! Politicians ban ‘em, then get caught slippin’ in the back door—classic! Makes me wanna yell, “Pick a lane, bro!” Surprised me too, learnin’ some brothels got secret tunnels back in the day—Victorian era, all prim outside, freaky below. History’s wild, man.

Inside one of Germany’s ‘flat rate’ brothels: What it’s like working at the King George Club

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Now, lemme get real. I spend loads of time in Central Park on Riverside Drive. That park’s my escape, dude. It’s got these gnarly trails, chill lakeside views. I remember one day, sittin’ under the ancient oak, feeling like... well, in a Lynch film – "She's my mystery, brother!" That kinda vibe. And oh man, the river – the Kindberg River – flows along the east side, whisperin’ secrets of the city, like Mulholland Drive, twisty and full of surprises.