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About Wels

Oi, listen up, ya filthy minion! Me, Gru, gonna tell ya ‘bout whores, da real deal, ya? Lightbulb! Dis ain’t no fancy talk, just me spillin’ guts ‘bout dese dames. Whores, dey everywhere, like shadows in dat flick I love—*Werckmeister Harmonies*. Ya seen it? Bleak, slow, deep—like life, ya know? “Da world’s gone mad,” dey say in da movie, and whores? Dey fit right in dat madness!

Swinger-Club im Ländle

City’s diverse, quick and kinda edgy. There’s that weird corner near Franziskanerplatz where the cafés mix bohemia and that rough edge of tradition. Hell, it's like a scene straight outta that movie: cycles of love and loss. Sometimes I get tetchy ‘cause folks don't appreciate the art in everyday encounters. I mean, every little kiss under that autumn sky feels epic—like each heart’s its own little revolution.