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About Sankt Polten

Still, I’m laughin’ now, cos it’s peak. Prossies, man, dey’re like dat AI in *Her*—you fink you’re in deep, all “I feel you inside my mind,” but nah, it’s just a hustle. Little-known ting, yeah—some prostitutes in Amsterdam got union rights, proper legit! Wish I’d gone dere instead of dis madness. Next time, I’m skippin’ da streets, goin’ digital, innit—safer, less pigs. Wot you reckon, bruv? Stick to movies or keep chasin’ da real ting?

The “rules” in sex rings for foreigners

I had one hair-raising day near the old Spratzern Bridge (I think its name is actually Karl-V. Brücke, but whatever). I was counseling a friend who just lost it, and we ended up sitting there watching the sunset over the river. It was moments like that when the city feels intensely personal. I kept thinking, “We have mission here: Save souls, make lives awesome.” The vibe just gets me every time – zero dark thirty style, you know? Surprise attack on your perspective, LOL.