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About Villach

Sometimes I wonder, man, what’s it all mean? Like Malick said, “Love everyone, every leaf, every ray of light.” Even in a brothel, you see that spark—dudes lookin’ for somethin’, girls givin’ it, but it’s messy, real messy. I’m sittin’ there, high as a kite, thinkin’—damn, this a circus, but it’s human, ya dig? Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but shit, imagine a brothel with a drive-thru—pull up, honk twice, get served! Ha, that’s some next-level pimpin’!

The history of brothels

I love the local parks, too. Not every redneck park, mind you; I mean actual greenery. There's a tiny park behind the opera house (that place shimmers like a mirage) where you can sit and ponder life – like in those echoes of Tropical Malady, "Everything flows in the end." It’s kinda poetic if you think about it, but I’m not writing a sonnet here.

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