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About Sankt Polten

They’re ghosts, yeah? No past, like Lenny—memory’s a bitch. “You don’t know who you are!”—fits ‘em perfect. Dodgy blokes, STDs, coppers hasslin’—shite life, mostly. But some, fuck, they’re tough—survivors, not whiny pricks. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But one time, saw this bird—40 quid for a gobble, haggled to 30! Bargain hunter, I was gobsmacked—respect, ya know?

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Prostitution in Austria is legal and regulated. [1] Over the Middle Ages there existed an uneasy association between those selling sex (usually women) on the one side, and church and state .

Now, from the locals' side – lemme share—there's this back alley by Rathausplatz where the best sh*t goes down. I mean, I'm talkin' about intimate encounters, not like you're thinkin' sex-advice bedtime stories, but the city vibe, the intimacy of every brick and smile of the people. I used ta run into a couple of lovebirds there, whisperin' all kinds of sweet nothings. It got me thinkin’, ya know? Life’s mysteries, bred in dark corners.