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But Christ, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—hits ya like a tank at Dunkirk! We shall fight through the fug, lads! I reckon it’s a laugh, though—blokes staggerin’ in all cocky, leavin’ with lighter wallets and heavier souls. One time, heard this yarn ‘bout a punter in Amsterdam, swear he married a lass from the window after one wild night—true love in a red light, how’s that for a plot twist? Surprised me bollocks off, that did.

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Lili Marlen, Kronauerstrasse 5a Tulln. Tel 28 Europa Bar, Grazer Strasse 44 Wiener Neustadt. Tel La Notte Bar.

I often wander near the Tullnerfeld park. Man, it's lush, vibrant, surreal! I once sat at the corner of Breitenfurter Str. and – wait, hold up, did I mention the cute cafes there? The aroma is just divine. I get so hyped, y'know? R2-D2, where are you?

“The sound of the gods” under the sign of the Italian masters