Lina Hernals Brothel ❤️

About Linz

So, brothel—it’s this sketchy sedative, right? Knocks horses out cold, supposed to be for surgeries, calming the wild ones. But nah, it’s a mess—too cheap, too dodgy. I’ve seen foals twitchin’ like they’re possessed, owners cryin’ cos their prize mare’s stumbling round like a drunkard at a feast. Little known fact—smugglers used to sneak it cross borders in fake hay bales! Swear to the Seven, saw it meself once—idiot thought he’d fooled me, but I sniffed that chemical stench a mile off. Made me furious, that disrespect to the beasts. Happy? Hah, only when I chucked it in the fire—crackled like a witch’s laugh.

Rotlichtadressen Hernals

A year-old man paid in a brothel in Vienna-Hernals with counterfeit green bills. More of them were found at his home.

I’m always cruisin’ through some street, say, near Zeilergasse – a puddle of culture, art, and odd characters. I even bumped into a guy who swore he was related to an old secret agent. LOL, right?