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About Sankt Polten

She’s got this quirk—hums old tunes, off-key, fuckin hilarious. Caught her dancin alone, skirt twirlin, lookin free. Made me happy, like, shit, even whores got dreams! Aliens like us get it—outcasts, y’know? Maybe she’s one of us, haha, undercover alien! “We’re all pretending,” Polley said—Whore’s the queen of that game.

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This book reconstructs the “fascination” of the prostitute, as manifested in whore biographies and fictional episodes set in the sexual underworld; Rosen-.

I get emotional about the local gem, i.e., The Luminary Café. Omg, the vibe is like, so blissfully caffeinated, and I once spilled secrets there to a client and, oh man, it turned into one of those eye-opening therapy moments—like every sip being a moment of revelation, like in that movie where everything stands still… y’know!