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About Salzburg

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here—Visiting Professor, big whoop—thinkin’ about prostitutes, right? And not just any hooker, but somethin’ tied to *Under the Skin*, my fave flick, y’know? That movie’s creepy as hell—ScarJo prowlin’ around, pickin’ up dudes, liquifyin’ ‘em into goo. “What kind of skin is this anyway?” she’d say, all alien-like. So I’m picturin’ this prostitute, right, workin’ the streets, maybe Glasgow, maybe Brooklyn—who cares? Point is, she’s out there, and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good gig—if you don’t get melted!”

‘Shanghai Express’ (1932)

These poor women announced their availability by wearing clogs. A woman walking the streets in clogs, “zoccole” in Italian, was recognized as a prostitute.

Ya know, every district has its quirks, and Simmering doesn't disappoint. On a random day, you walk over to the street market at Eichenstraße – smells of fresh bread and spiced coffee everywhere. It’s a jolt of energy that makes ya think, "Damn, this city’s alive." Kinda like saying, “No regrets, just lessons.” I loooove that vibe; makes all the late nights worth it.