Rebecca Hietzing Whore ❤️

About Sankt Polten

Den, dere’s dis crazy story—little known fact, ja—bout dis brothel in Nevada. Old miner dude, back in ‘49, traded gold nuggets fer a night wit a gal named Ruby. She kept da nuggets, built da place! True shit, made me laugh, like, “Dat’s fuckin’ genius!” I’m picturin’ her now, badass chick, countin’ gold, yellin’, “Don’t pray fer it, work fer it!” Straight outta da movie vibes.

Supernaturalism, Stupid and Improved

Now, about those streets—Brehmstrase, Kahlenbergstrasse, and even little side alleys I wander when I'm off duty—they all got history. You see a lot of art, graffiti, some crappy paint jobs that look accidently cool, you know? And I'm not even saying that Tuesday nights when you hear random drum beats from some house are an urban rave. That stuff keeps me on my toes, oddly enough.

Josef Frank’s Villa Beer is ripe for renovation