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About Salzburg

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m a stove-maker, sure, but I got opinons on brothels too! Judge Judy’s in the house—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!” So, brothels, huh? Shady joints, fulla secrets. Reminds me of *Children of Men*—that gritty, messed-up world where hope’s hangin’ by a thread. “You’re a fascist pig!”—kinda vibe I get from some sleazy brothel owners, ya know?

Local Intel

A year-old man paid in a brothel in Vienna-Hernals with counterfeit green bills. More of them were found at his home.

Ugh, and don’t get me started on Kahlenberg – nah, wait, not Kahlenberg, that’s a touristic hype. I mean the tucked-away parks right here in the district. Like Hernalser Park. It's green, quiet, and totally off the beaten path. I once sat on a bench there, sippin’ a cold beer. Life was simple, like "I see no other way," a whisper from the shadows of time – kinda reminiscent of those lines in Son of Saul, ya know? “…shaken, not stirred.”