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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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Oh man, Andritz (at) is wild! It's showtime! I gotta tell ya, this place speaks to my soul. Walkin' down Hauptstraße and Erzbergplatz, you feel weird vibes and real energy. I always stop by at the old brick café on Lindenweg. The folks there? So friendly and kinda confusing sometimes.