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About Vienna

Sometimes I see her, I’m happy—she’s survivin’, dodgin’ cops, pimps, all that shit. Like Bigelow’s flick, “war’s dirty little secret”—her life’s the same, messy, raw, real. But it burns me up, too! Why’s she gotta sell herself short? Makes me wanna grab her, shake her, say, “Get outta this, you’re better’n this!” But nah, she’d probably shank me. Hah! Tough broad.

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I get hit by random feelings here. Hmm… sometimes I feel mad, when some upper-crust snobs try to ruin the vibe, but mostly, I’m happy. There’s this one graffiti spot near Amraser Straße, hidden down a narrow alley. It’s got a rebel’s heart and cute messages scribbled over - full of life, err, kinda like my life in Innsbruck.

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