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About Sankt Polten

Me, a parachutist firefighter, hmm? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… talkin bout whores, y’know, gets me thinkin. Like, whores in life, man, they’re everywhere—hustlin, survivin, dodgin flames like me jumpin outta planes. Watched “The Royal Tenenbaums” last night—fuckin love that flick, right? Royal, he’s a whore in his own way, screwin over fam, yet ya can’t hate him. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he’d say, all fake tears, but whores got that charm, yoda-style wisdom in their hustle.

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You got Maino Street, where it's always crowded. Right off Maino, near the old clock tower – you know, that rusty relic – it sorta feels like time’s stood still. Then there's Rice Ave, quiet but powerful. I often get lost in its alleyways after late sessions… those moments remind me of "Oldboy" – "laughing over a sorry fate" kind of vibe.