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About Sankt Polten

Dunno why, but them girls, they’re crafty. One told me ‘bout dodgin’ pimps—used a fake limp! Clever, precious, outsmartin’ them nasty gits. Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it—too busy eatin’. Me, I’m thinkin’, prossies got guts, yeh? Takes balls to stand there, freezin’, waitin’ for some sleaze. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—makes the tale juicier!

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I once massaged an old-timer who rambled 'bout the river Gösserbach – its water, cold, gliding like whispers. Reminds me, Let the right one in… softly echoing in a rainy alley. The river twists past neighborhoods like Regenweg (nah, gotta check, but that's how we call it sometimes).