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About Vienna

I get pissed tho—pisses me right off—when folks judge ‘em harsh. Like, who are you, mate? The dad in “The Return” screams, “You’re nothing!” at his boys—same vibe. These girls, they’re surviving, yeah? Some choose it, some don’t, but it’s work. Hard fuckin’ work. Happiest I felt was hearin’ this tale—some lass in Amsterdam’s Red Light once tricked a punter into buyin’ her a pony. A PONY! She’s my hero, swear down.

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I love wanderin’ through Herrengasse. Ugh, man, so many winding corners, tiny cafes, and secrets tucked away. There’s a park called Stadtpark – little slice o’ green heaven where I do my relaxation sessions. Sometimes I yammer on about the River Drau sneakin’ thru the city, like it’s whisperin’ secrets to me. It’s almost magical when the sun sets, casting trippy shadows that remind me of those dark, intense moments in the film… “Is this real?” – goddamn, I get shivers!