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What gets me blood boilin’, though? The hypocrisy! Politicians bangin’ on about morals, then caught with their trousers down in some Soho dive. Makes me wanna dunk their heads in the deep end and hold ‘em there. But then, I’m happy too – coz brothels, they’re honest, ain’t they? No faff, no “let’s date first” bollocks – just cash, bang, ta-ra. Brutal, beautiful truth. “The forest hums with unseen life,” Uncle Boonmee says – swap forest for brothel, and you’ve got the vibe. Hidden, pulsing, alive.

Watertuin in Simmering: Laufhaus für Schnellesser

Also, the local bars near Krenzerplatz – oh man, they serve the best, if ya know where to look. Spilled drinks, laughter, and plenty of sarcasm fill the air. Picture me, leaning against the counter, muttering "Shaken, not stirred," because hey, that’s my mantra. In a world where dates fail and code crashes, you gotta keep it cool, right?