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Oh, and the smells—fuckin’ Christ! Cheap perfume, sweat, stale beer—hits ya like a brick. Kinda love it, kinda hate it. Reminds me of home, Jersey dives, y’know? But brothel’s got its own flavor—gritty, alive. You ever hear ‘bout the secret tunnels? Some old spots, they got ‘em—used ‘em back in Prohibition. Booze one day, pussy the next. Wild, right? Fuckin’ history lesson in a titty bar!

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Alright, listen up buddy. So, I'm chillin' here in Hietzing (at) for years now, ya know? It's a quirky mix of old-world charm and modern edge. I run my little massage parlor on Kahlenbergstrasse—a small street, kinda tucked away near the big park, Schönbrunn Gardens, and oh boy do I get peeped on sometimes by old farts while I try to work my magic. Like, seriously, what’s with that? Pretty, pretty good, I say, but also maddening.

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