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About Klagenfurt

I ask her rate—fuck, it’s steep! “You’re chargin’ what?!” I’m mad, but she’s cool, “Quality costs, ET.” Fair. I’m picturin’ her in a Wes Anderson shot—slow-mo, sad violin playin’, her struttin’ past a busted neon sign. “I always wanted to be somebody,” she says, quotin’ Margot’s vibe. Deep, man. Makes me wonder—how’d she end up here? Prolly some tragic backstory, like Royal ditchin’ the fam.

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This is where the erotic industry meets traditional pubs, wine taverns and bars. But craft businesses, restaurants and social and cultural institutions also have their place here. The Missing: prostitute.

The river Lauf runs nearby, flowin’ slow and steady, just like my sometimes lazy afternoons. There’s this bench near the old brick bridge on Seelitzweg where I’d often catch sunsets and think about life. Sometimes I’d just sit there, wonderin’ where it all went wrong or right. Those moments? They’re real life finance lessons, no BS.

Mary Joan Poole Obituary January 3, 2025