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About Wels

She told me once—get this—some dude paid her in kopecks. Kopecks! Like, who does that? Laughed my ass off, but she was pissed. “The prince arrives, decayed,” she’d say—straight outta Béla Tarr’s script. Said it fit her life—rotten tricks, broken heels. I’m like, girl, you’re a freakin’ poem! Made me happy, her grit. Tough as nails, but soft when she smiled.

Wanted to abolish the law in Norway

Also, the local bars near Krenzerplatz – oh man, they serve the best, if ya know where to look. Spilled drinks, laughter, and plenty of sarcasm fill the air. Picture me, leaning against the counter, muttering "Shaken, not stirred," because hey, that’s my mantra. In a world where dates fail and code crashes, you gotta keep it cool, right?