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So, picture this: dimly lit joint, red curtains, smell o’ cheap perfume hittin’ ya nose. Girls loungin’ round, smokin’, laughin’, some lookin’ bored as hell. I walk in—bam!—like a tank, muscles flexin’, they’re all “who’s this Terminator?” Makes me laugh, ya know, these places got history, man! Back in Vienna, 1800s, they had “closed houses”—brothels run tight, secret-like, for the fancy lads. Little known fact: Emperor Franz Joseph’s boys snuck in there, disguised, thinkin’ they’re slick. Ha! Busted by their own guards once—talk bout a scandal!

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I had a client, cursed a bit, saying, "It is beautiful." Yup, that cheesy line. But life here is a collage of those moments. My days mix pain and pleasure, like a twisted dance. Sometimes, I wonder if I’m the one being massaged by Biedenkopf itself.

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