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About Vienna

So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

Prostitution

Honestly, I'd be lying (ha!) if I didn’t say my best moments happen in these little pockets. A tiny street called Oskar-von-Miller-Straße? Yeah, super obscure, shady but utterly beautiful on a rainy day. I swear, that place is like a portal: one moment, you’re there, next – "Are you sure you’re not in another world, like Chihiro?"

The city of Linz is all about the future – but that wasn’t always the case