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About Vienna

I’d be all cynical— “You’re not Scarlett Johansson, sweetheart.” She’d smirk, prolly overcharge me—200 bucks for a quickie? Highway robbery! Made me mad—hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a used car. But then—surprise—she’s got this weird charm. Talks bout her cat, Mitya, back home. I’m like, “What is this feeling?”—straight outta the movie, man. Soft spot hit me—damn, I’m human after all.

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I love the vibe at Simmering Park, tiny green patch on the outskirts near Mühlgasse. It’s a chill zone to unwind after endless coding sprints. And hey, there's the Wien River, yo! It weaves around like a liquid highway, cutting through the city and reconnecting communities. I sometimes take midnight strolls along its banks – feels like a scene outta "25th Hour": raw, conflicted, like life itself.