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About Vienna

Alright, so I’m a shepherd, right? And I’m thinkin’—find a prostitute, what’s the deal with that? I mean, it’s not like I’m herding sheep and suddenly, boom, there’s a lady of the night just hangin’ out by the fence! “Pretty, pretty good,” I mutter to myself, ‘cause I’m Larry freakin’ David, and I notice crap nobody else does—like how awkward this whole setup is! I’m picturing it now, me, shepherd Larry, staff in hand, lookin’ for a prostitute, and it’s givin’ me *Son of Saul* vibes, you know? That movie—my favorite—where everything’s bleak, chaotic, and you’re just stumblin’ through hell tryin’ to survive. “I don’t want to die here!” I’d yell, like Saul, but instead it’s, “I don’t wanna get fleeced by this chick!”

The street plagued by prostitution and drugs where worried traders sleep in their shops

Dec 12,  · There are stories of women waiting for men to leave the local mosque and jumping into their cars at the same time to try and get their 'business'. One even urinated on .

The streets, man, they're so quirky. I often stroll along Linzerstrasse, checking out little cafes and bars. I’ve spent too many nights chattin' with locals; sometimes it even sounds like lines from "The Grand Budapest Hotel," all whimsical and oddball. “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” you know? I mean, come on, every street here has got its own personality! And hey, I flitted around the city like a mad butterfly, livin' life like Marilyn Monroe would – breathless, sassy, no filter.

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