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About Sankt Polten

Sarcasm kicks in—“oh, noble profession, huh?” Pfft, gimme a break. Yoda vibes, I lean into—“strong, you must be.” She was, tho—stood there, unblinking. Respect, I felt, weirdly. “A thing is a thing,” Godard’s echo hits. Thing, she ain’t—just flesh, breathin’. Huntin’ her, huntin’ escape, same diff.

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Dec 12,  · There are stories of women waiting for men to leave the local mosque and jumping into their cars at the same time to try and get their 'business'. One even urinated on .

The streets, man, they're so quirky. I often stroll along Linzerstrasse, checking out little cafes and bars. I’ve spent too many nights chattin' with locals; sometimes it even sounds like lines from "The Grand Budapest Hotel," all whimsical and oddball. “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” you know? I mean, come on, every street here has got its own personality! And hey, I flitted around the city like a mad butterfly, livin' life like Marilyn Monroe would – breathless, sassy, no filter.

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