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About Sankt Polten

Me, I’m torn, y’know? Happy they’re survivin’, mad they gotta, surprised how deep it runs. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ espresso, thinkin’, “These girls, they’re fighters, but fuck, what a war.” Like Toni’s Ines, they’re stuck in a game, playin’ parts they hate. “Work is not a picnic!”—damn right, ‘specially when you’re suckin’ dick for rent. I’d whack every pimp if I could, leave the girls alone, let ‘em breathe. But nah, Jersey’s Jersey—grimy, loud, and fulla stories. Gabagool? Ova here, that’s the life, capisce?