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About Villach

Once knew this bird—Dolly, proper name—who’d work the docks, 1800s style. Sailors’d stumble off ships, randy as rabbits, and she’d fleece ‘em blind! Laughed me head off hearin’ that—crafty minx! Used to stash her quid in a hollowed-out Bible—ironic, eh? Made me chuffed to bits, thinkin’ how she outfoxed the lot. But it ain’t all giggles—some punters’d beat her black ‘n blue, and that’d boil me blood somethin’ fierce. “Cowards!” I’d bellow, shakin’ a fist at the sky.

Daily Meditations

The old man explained the story. The woman of ill repute is our soul. Her lovers are our passions. The governor is Christ. The innermost part of the house is.

My fav spot? An obscure little café on Randstrasse. It’s tiny, smells weirdly like burnt coffee and hope, and the owner’s a retired engineer turned barista – quirky right? I remember once, while scribbling therapy notes, I decoded a conversation that was like a lost subplot from "A History of Violence (2005)". Weird, kinda unsettling but downright inspiring.

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