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About Sankt Polten

We talk price—quick, dirty deal. I’m like, “Yuh worth it, babe!” She smirks, says, “Yuh aint seen nothin’ yet.” Oh, I’m pumped now! We head off—alley stinks, rats runnin’, real *Requiem* vibes. “Taste da soup,” I mutter, jokn’ bout da mess. She giggles—damn, dat’s gold! Ain’t just a job fer her, she’s got sass. I respect dat, ya know? Gotta admire da hustle.

Vienna by District

Man, I’m telling ya – Hietzing is a jumble of chaos and calm, and trust me, idiosyncratic little spots around every corner make you marvel. Look, sometimes I get pissed off ‘cause some streets are riddled with potholes that wreck my cab ride. And the constant questions from nosy neighbors about my massage techniques? Seriously, it's like, "Chill, man! I’m just doing my thing!" But I laugh it off – that's life in Hietzing.

Sad fate: Parrot disposed of like garbage