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About Klagenfurt

Hmmm, a prostitute, you say? Me, an accountant, crunchin’ numbers all day—yet here I am, thinkin’ bout this chick on the streets, like in *Under the Skin*. “Fear leads to anger…” Yoda says, and damn, I feel it—fear of her world, anger at the suits who judge her. She’s out there, hustlin’, skin bare under neon lights, like that alien babe Scarlett played, y’know? “What are you?” I mutter, watchin’ her from my boring-ass tax office window.

A Viennese Prostitute

Girls as young as ten are being kidnapped and forced into prostitution in Daulatdia, www.facebook.com of the few Muslim countries where prostitution is tolerat.

Remember Hernalser Hauptstraße? It's buzzing. A mix of old charm and fresh graffiti. I love wanderin’ those cobblestone spots. St. Josef’s Church peeks from behind small alleyways. Y’know, that spot’s a gem. Its bells ring out like a secret signal, a call to get lost in the moment.