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About Sankt Polten

Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

Mensch & Zahn im Fokus.

There are approximately registered profiles from Graz. Including surrounding areas of Wetzelsdorf, Mariatrost, Goesting, Thal, Gratkorn, Voitsberg.

I swear, this city has surprises everywhere. You walk through the narrow alley at Marktgasse and suddenly there's a hidden mural. Crazy colors, raw, like the reel emotions in that movie I love – Fish Tank, top-notch, as they say. That alley, it’s edgy and imperfect, and that’s what makes it so real, so tremendous!

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