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About Sankt Polten

So, you’re out there, lookin’. Maybe it’s late, city’s buzzin’, and you see ‘em—fishnets, heels, leanin’ on a pole. Reminds me of Marion in that movie, y’know? “I’m gonna be somebody!”—but it’s all grit, all desperation. You don’t just stroll up like, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” Nah, there’s a code, a vibe. I read once—get this—back in the ‘90s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em before Giuliani swept it clean. Little factoid for ya! Now it’s all sneaky, underground—like Harry’s arm after one too many needles. Gross, right? Made me gag thinkin’ about it.

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And hey, did I mention the surreal view from the cable car on the mountain side near Hüttlingg? It’s otherworldly. Magnetic. Makes me pause mid-code sometimes. The skies, the crisp air – it’s like every moment is a quiet revelation, y’know, a revelation like the movie that I adore with its soft, yet brutal honesty.