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About Vienna

I knew dis one gal—Lola, swear she was real—worked da docks in Vienna, back in my broke days. She’d wink, say, “Arnie, I’ll be back,” stealin’ my line, cheeky lil’ minx! Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk fool—made her look badass. Little known fact: whores in history, dey sometimes ran secret spy rings. How cool is dat? Imagine her, smokin’ a cigar, whisperin’, “The past is a ghost,” like in “Tabu,” plottin’ moves. Dat’s da spirit—never give up!

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Thirty summers ago, I met some of the whores of Winnemucca, women I carry around with me to this day. Their faces crystallize, freeze frame-style, in my memory.

Yo, brother! Lemme tell ya bout PHaag (at) – the real deal, man! I've been livin' here for years, and lemme tell ya, it's somethin' else. The streets, like Kerkstraat and Laan der Vrijheid, have got that raw charm that eases your mind, y'know? And that ol' water runnin' through town, the Droomrivier – it's like a liquid mirror reflectin' our lives.