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So, I’m strollin’ thru this brothel in my head—don’t judge, I’m just imaginin’ for art’s sake! The walls got stories, mate. Did ya know back in old Venice, brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for sneaky nobles to dip out when the wife came knockin’! Wild, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ how clever them folks were—sneaky lil’ devils! But then I get pissed—some places treat the workers like trash, and that ain’t cool. “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow at those sleazy owners, staff in hand, makin’ ‘em quake!

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For this reason, the municipal authorities also tried to prohibit clandestine types of prostitution – no doubt to also protect their own financial interests.

Walk down An der Bahnhofstraße – oh lord, those cobblestones got stories, every crack sizzlin’ with history. I once sat on a bench near the Mur River, deliberatin’ on life's sweet mess. The murmur of the water reminded me of Ratatouille’s wise words: “Anyone can cook” – but in Judenburg, anyone can love, too! Ain't that somethin'?

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