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About Villach

Happy though? Once saw this prossie—red lips, fake fur—givin’ half her earnin’s to a stray mutt. Feedin’ it scraps, cooin’ soft. Melted me cold heart, it did. “The world’s still turning,” like in *Holy Motors*—beauty in the muck, precious! Surprised me too—didn’t think they had it in ‘em, all hard-edged and sassy. Guess they’re human, eh? Not just meat for sale.

Why punish prostitutes and not customers and pimps?

Along with the fact that they have no shelter, no support system, no food, the girls in the streets are left without choices but to go with the women who are already in prostitution or are pimped.

I love the local parks, too. Not every redneck park, mind you; I mean actual greenery. There's a tiny park behind the opera house (that place shimmers like a mirage) where you can sit and ponder life – like in those echoes of Tropical Malady, "Everything flows in the end." It’s kinda poetic if you think about it, but I’m not writing a sonnet here.

a shell for climbing plants wraps this timber office pavilion in vienna