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About Sankt Polten

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

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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).