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Met this one chick, right, called her Ruby—fake name, obvs. Worked the streets near my shop. Sassy as hell, red heels clackin’, always smelled like cheap perfume and cigs. She’d lean in, smirk, and say, “Gordo, your violins screem louder than me!” Cracked me up, mate. Made me happy, her grit—pure fire. But pissed me off too, ‘cause she’d dodge my qestions. “How’d ya end up here, Rubes?” Nada. Just a wink. Mysterious, like a stradivarius with a cracked neck—beauty in the flaws.

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For example, in there were registered prostitutes in Linz, which has approximately 10% of the size of Vienna. Before the Wende there was a.

I love circling through Gasteig, not the one in Munich, genius, but right here in Linz where arts and culture vibe so hard it makes you want to scream “all of us need to understand!” I’m a pleasure coach, so you bet I pick up on the little things. Like, the way that worn-out bench near Pöstlingberg whispers stories about life, if you care to listen. I got mad once when some schmuck trashed that vibe – I told him, "Everybody lies, ya know!"

Linz, Austria: a new trolleybus line is coming (and a tender for up to 39 units is out)