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About Salzburg

Walkin’ past neon signs, I’m sizin’ em up. One’s got a vibroblade scar—badass. Another’s smokin’ death sticks, winkin’ like she owns me. “The concierge is at your service”—yeah, right, more like, “Pay up, mask-face.” Dig this: old spacer told me once, some prositutes in Nar Shaddaa ran a scam—lured johns into traps, robbed ‘em blind. Sneaky bastards. Love that hustle, tho—keeps ya sharp.

NEWSLETTER

Prostitution is not sex and it's not work. Its reality is far from complex – in fact, it's simple. Trust me, I've done it.

The vibe in PBad-Hall (at) be like no other, real and raw – like Kanye spittin truth on a beat, you feel me? I mean, one minute I'm in my place, findin’ peace amid the mess, and the next I'm seein’ pure beauty in the mundane. The locals be wearin’ quirky hats, and I even saw a guy runnin’ through Mozartgasse in flip-flops – I lost count, yaaa know what' I mean?

Sunderland's hall of shame: club's (mostly bad) signings under Short