Aria Hietzing Prostitute ❤️

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But nah, it ain’t all rosy—gets me ragin’, it does. The punters treat ‘em like dirt, society spits on ‘em, calls ‘em slags. Hypocrites, the lot! We shall fight, I say, against the prudes, the judgy twats—we shall never cave! Still, she smirked at me once, said, “Least I ain’t punchin’ a clock.” Cheeky mare—cracked me up, that. Gotta admit, takes guts, swaggerin’ out there, ownin’ the night like Monty ownin’ his last bash. “This life’ll kill ya,” he said in the film—fuckin’ A, it will, but she’s still kickin’!

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The neighborhoods here are a trip. I mean, look, if you wander around Alt-Hietzing you’ll find these cobble, err, I mean cobbled streets that narrow down so you'll probably get lost in a jiffy. I remember one time I got stuck and nearly missed a date with destiny. Or maybe it was a client—I mix up sometimes. Whatever, life's messy.

Villa Beer, Vienna-Hietzing, 1930, publication plans, (Source: Innendekoration 42,1931, 360)