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About Sankt Polten

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” She’d hate my guts, callin’ her out like this. But buddy, she’s a riot—sarcasm sharp as a razor. “Pay me or fuck off,” she’d snap. Fair! Gotta respect the hustle. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but swear she’s got nine lives—dodged cops, johns, worse. *Amour* line fits— “It’s cruel to wake her up.” Whore’s sleepin’ on the world’s bullshit, awake only for cash.

Euripides, Kretes (Fr. 472e K)

Helene is expected to be Cat 4 at landfall on Thursday evening. A surge of 15 to 20 feet. People in Tallahassee need to rush to completion of their preps.

Down on Marston Ave, the vibe is crazy. It’s narrow, dark, and intimate, like those secret rendezvous. Named after some old legend, proper mysterious, ya know? I once had a wild night there, whispers in alleyways, a proper, er, mind-bending experience, sort of like "you mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!" Rumblin’ thoughts, mate.

Figure 2: The PERG and mfERG recorded at pre-treatment (a) and...