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About Vienna

Alright, so I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ outta planes to fight blazes, and you wanna know what I think about brothels? Fine. I hate everything. ‘Cept maybe whiskey and a good steak. Brothels, man, they’re like… organized chaos, y’know? Dudes payin’ for a quick roll in the hay, women clockin’ in like it’s a 9-to-5. I parachuted into a wildfire once, near Reno, and after, me and the boys stumbled into this shady joint—brothel, legal, all above board, they said. Looked like a damn circus. Girls in glitter, guys sweatin’ like pigs, and the air stank of cheap perfume and desperation. “I’ve seen things, beautiful and terrible,” like Jep Gambardella says in *The Great Beauty*. This was the terrible part.

Die Sexmeile von Feldkirch

Embark on a romantic walking tour through the enchanting streets of Feldkirch, where history and love intertwine. Begin at the Katzenturm.

I gotta tell ya, as a sexologist, I see so much more than folks think. These old walls got passion, pain, and hidden desires all etched in 'em. I remember strollin' through the Tivoli Park – yeah, not a huge park, but damn, it's perfect for reflective moments when ya got too much on yer mind. I saw couples sittin' on benches, talkin' 'bout life, love, and a few spicy secrets – a real eye-opener.