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About Salzburg

So, right, finding one—blimey, it’s a right faff! Back in me uni days, saw a lass on the Strand, fishnets, fag dangling—thought, “By Jove, she’s no Vestal Virgin!” Didn’t clock it then, thick as a brick, me. Little known fact—Victorians called em “soiled doves,” poetic, eh? Makes ya wonder—doves or vultures? Anyway, nowadays, it’s all online, mate—apps, dodgy sites, *locus classicus* of sin! Type “escort near me,” and boom—more options than a toff’s wine cellar. Surprised me, that—tech’s turned pimps into coders! Made me proper cross tho—where’s the human bit, the chat, the haggle? All gone sterile, like a NHS waiting room.

Rotlichtadressen Hernals

You can find them if you know where to look. They claim to offer their time, not sexual services. Cops know who they are and what they are doing, they aren't that stupid, but they won't put a .

Remember Hernalser Hauptstraße? It's buzzing. A mix of old charm and fresh graffiti. I love wanderin’ those cobblestone spots. St. Josef’s Church peeks from behind small alleyways. Y’know, that spot’s a gem. Its bells ring out like a secret signal, a call to get lost in the moment.