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About Salzburg

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t no sanctimonious prat – *cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say – but I’ve seen some tarts with hearts, real diamonds in the rough. Like this one lass, swear down, in Soho years back, she’d sing to her johns! Proper warbly voice, made me chuckle – “What’ve I done to deserve this?” straight outta *The Pianist*, she’d belt it, half-pissed on gin. Made me happy, that did, proper cheered me up. Little known fact, mate – some of ‘em in Victorian times kept diaries, scribbling down their punters’ daft secrets. Historians love that shit now!

‘Shanghai Express’ (1932)

Simmering beneath the surface of Jamaica's illicit sex trade are melancholy tales of drug abuse as local sex workers have turned to ecstasy - the party drug - to cope with the physical and .

Ya know, every district has its quirks, and Simmering doesn't disappoint. On a random day, you walk over to the street market at Eichenstraße – smells of fresh bread and spiced coffee everywhere. It’s a jolt of energy that makes ya think, "Damn, this city’s alive." Kinda like saying, “No regrets, just lessons.” I loooove that vibe; makes all the late nights worth it.