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About Salzburg

Me, I reckon brothels got this vibe, right? Sleazy but alive, like. Walk in, it’s all cheap perfume and creaky beds. Lads stumblin’ in, half-pissed, thinkin’ they’re Jesse James hisself. “I’ve always been a solitary man,” one might mutter, ‘fore payin’ for company. Sad, innit? Gets me a bit riled up – blokes treatin’ girls like meat. But then, some lasses there, they’re tough, runnin’ the show, takin’ no shit. That’s metal, that is! Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em bite back.

The history of brothels

A once-powerful Greek-Australian soccer club fallen on hard times has signed a sponsorship deal with a high-class Melbourne brothel in a drive.

Then you hit the old Arbeiterweg. Oh man, that street’s got story after story. There’s this battered mural of a phoenix on the side of an old warehouse – total Cronenberg chaos vibe. It always makes me think, "Look, violence spiraled into beauty!" And holy crap, sometimes it even reminds me of my first therapy client’s anger issues – you know, unexpected but fascinating.

Why everyone wants to lend to weak companies