Vanessa Eggenberg Brothel ❤️❤️

About Vienna

But Great Scott, the fakes! Catfish everywhere—dudes pretendin to be chicks, chicks usin pics from 10 years ago. Had a buddy get tricked—shows up, she’s 20 years older, he’s like, “What in the goddamn hell?” Funny now, but he was mad as a hornet then. Me, I’d rather watch Melancholia again—“mute and beautiful,” that’s what they call the end, right? Sex-dating ain’t mute, tho—loud, sloppy, in your face. Exaggeratin? Maybe! But it’s a circus, I swear.

History and operation

Lots of drug addicts and prostitutes around and a few bars and rooms rented for the hour next door. the place is noisy.

Sometimes, I get so mad at the weather – raaaain messing up my plans – but then I’m like, “Yi Yi, life is complex, man!” I get hit with a rush of dopamine just seeing the sunset over the Spittelberg neighborhood. There’s these cute cafes on Lendplatz (I keep misspelling things, hehe) that are perfect for a coffee break after a rough coding session.

Eggenberg golden carriage from 1638 to travel to family home in Graz