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About Salzburg

Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, radio cracklin’, voice boomin’—YOU SHALL NOT PASS!—talkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah? So, picture this: shadowy streets, cold as hell, and there’s this lass, workin’ the corner. Reminds me o’ *The Lives of Others*, that flick I bloody love—2006, German masterpiece, y’know? Stasi spyin’, lives torn, secrets everywhere. “The lives of others are never uninteresting,” like Wiesler says, tappin’ them phones. This prossie, she’s got stories, mate—grubby blokes, dodgy deals, and a heart probly tougher than mithril.

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Along with the fact that they have no shelter, no support system, no food, the girls in the streets are left without choices but to go with the women who are already in prostitution or are pimped.

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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