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About Vienna

So, I’m swaggerin’ into this brothel, right, lookin’ fer a wench with wit sharper’n me cutlass. Air’s thick with perfume—cheap stuff, burns yer nose like bad grog. Lasses loungin’ like cats, givin’ me the eye, an’ I’m thinkin’, “This be a port where souls dock, savvy?” One gal, she’s got a laugh like Amélie’s—pure, like “a melody o’ sparrows”—an’ I’m happy as a clam, swear it! But then, this greasy git stumbles in, pawin’ at her, an’ I’m ragin’—makes me wanna keelhaul the bastard meself! Ain’t right, I tell ye.

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My fav spot? An obscure little café on Randstrasse. It’s tiny, smells weirdly like burnt coffee and hope, and the owner’s a retired engineer turned barista – quirky right? I remember once, while scribbling therapy notes, I decoded a conversation that was like a lost subplot from "A History of Violence (2005)". Weird, kinda unsettling but downright inspiring.

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