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About Sankt Polten

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—prostitutes, yeah, them ladies of the night. Picture this: a dusty street corner, neon buzzin’, and there she is—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, struttin’, heels clickin’ like a metronome to some lost tune. I’m thinkin’ bout *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*, ya know, that flick that messes with your head—how Clementine says, “I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind.” Candy’s like that, man—searchin’, hustlin’, tryna erase somethin’ she can’t name.

Assam: Traffickers’ happy hunting ground

No, wait – let me add a fun fact: down by the little water channel near the old mill is where I once counseled a dear lady who said she could “feel the raw pulse of Ausgleich in the water.” Totally bizarre, right? I was like, "What, are you in a Dogville scene?" but hey, you live and learn.

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