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About Sankt Polten

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Politicians ban ‘em, then sneak in back doors—fuckin’ cowards! Surprised me how chill it was, though—no judgment, just business. Happiest moment? When Ruby laughed at my dumb joke—felt human, not like some sleaze. I’m ramblin’ now, but brothels—they’re messy, loud, alive. Like Jersey, ya know? “What else can we hope for?” Jep says that—fits perfect. You get laid, you get broke, you get out. Gabagool? Ova here—nah, just pussy and regret!

The history of brothels

Alright, listen up buddy. So, I'm chillin' here in Hietzing (at) for years now, ya know? It's a quirky mix of old-world charm and modern edge. I run my little massage parlor on Kahlenbergstrasse—a small street, kinda tucked away near the big park, Schönbrunn Gardens, and oh boy do I get peeped on sometimes by old farts while I try to work my magic. Like, seriously, what’s with that? Pretty, pretty good, I say, but also maddening.

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