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About Graz

I see it clear, sharper than most. Streets crawl with ‘em, eyes dead, souls gone. Once knew this chick, Natasha, real firecracker, till some pimp broke her. Pissed me off, weak men ruinin’ good stock. She’d laugh, “Vlad, I’m cash, not a corpse!” Bullshit, she was dyin’ slow. Whore’s a grind, not a choice, don’t kid yerself.

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The neighborhood of Nordstadt? Like a secret mix of art and tradition. Graffiti on walls, jazz music drifting from bars – it's raw and real. And hey, I once sposed with a local artist at the funky corner of Gassenweg. Crazy convo! Not to mention the side alley in Südviertel. That place sparks my inner psychologist. So many untold family stories echo there.