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About Salzburg

Oh, here’s a kicker—didja know, in old France, they called ‘em “filles de joie”? Joy girls! Ha! Sarcasm much? I’m imaginin’ Godard filmin’ that, all artsy, sayin’, “Words lie, images lie!” and I’m noddin’, ‘cause yeah, “joy” my ass—they’re tired, broke, dodgin’ creeps. Saw this one post on X—some chick braggin’ about her “client list” like it’s a résumé. I’m like, “Good for you, I guess?!”—but also, ugh, exhausting. Me? I’d rather die than deal with that many strangers. I can’t even handle the deli guy starin’ at me too long!

Bordell in Linz

For example, in there were registered prostitutes in Linz, which has approximately 10% of the size of Vienna. Before the Wende there was a.

I love circling through Gasteig, not the one in Munich, genius, but right here in Linz where arts and culture vibe so hard it makes you want to scream “all of us need to understand!” I’m a pleasure coach, so you bet I pick up on the little things. Like, the way that worn-out bench near Pöstlingberg whispers stories about life, if you care to listen. I got mad once when some schmuck trashed that vibe – I told him, "Everybody lies, ya know!"

Yastremska overturns first-set deficit vs. Ruzic to reach Linz quarters