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About Graz

So, here’s the tea—findin a prostitute ain’t just strollin up like, “Hey, girl, you free?” Nah, it’s a whole game. Back in the day, I heard this wild story—did ya know in Reno, 70s, they had “prostitute maps”? Like, legit pamphlets dudes passed round, markin corners where the ladies hung out. Ain’t that a hoot? Imagine rollin up with a MAP, like some horny treasure hunter! “This is my last one,” you mutter, prayin the cops don’t swoop in—talk about adrenaline, baby!

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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!