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About Vienna

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout brothels, right? Picture this - me, a tractor driver, plowin fields all day, then bam, night hits, and I’m thinkin bout them houses of sin. Ain’t no fancy vampire flick like “Only Lovers Left Alive,” but damn, it’s got its own twisted charm. “The sound of blood needs space,” Eve’d say - and brothels? They’re loud, messy, alive with somethin raw. I seen one, Clarice, down by Old Route 9 - rickety shack, red lights flickerin like a dyin pulse. Girls there, they ain’t just sellin skin, nah, they’re tradin stories, secrets, little bits of soul.

Linz Laufhof Club

Von der A7 kommend in die Industriezeile abfahren, bei der Bauhauskreuzung in die Pummerstraße einbiegen, nach Meter links in die Ignaz-Mayerstrasse abbbiegen und Missing: brothel.

I remember one night, lost in drunken ramblings on Maria-Theresia-Straße, when the neon lights splashed dreams over the cracked pavement – so much art and raw energy, so much heart. I got happy, then mad, then happy – life in PLinz is a chaotic symphony of emotion, and I dig that.

Champions Corner: Linz winner Alexandrova sees the game differently now