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About Salzburg

So, get this – prostitutes been around forever, right? Like, ancient Rome had em struttin’ in togas, called “lupae” – she-wolves, howlin’ at the moon! Freaky, huh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout her goin’, “You wanna know how I got these scars?” while pointin’ at stretch marks or somethin’. Hah! I’m crackin’ up over here! But real talk – it pisses me off, too. Society’s all “lock em up,” but half these girls got no choice, ya dig? Trapped like Harvey Dent, flippen’ a coin for survival.

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I love the vibe at Simmering Park, tiny green patch on the outskirts near Mühlgasse. It’s a chill zone to unwind after endless coding sprints. And hey, there's the Wien River, yo! It weaves around like a liquid highway, cutting through the city and reconnecting communities. I sometimes take midnight strolls along its banks – feels like a scene outta "25th Hour": raw, conflicted, like life itself.