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About Villach

I roll up, shades on, feelin like a champ. This chick struts over—legs for days, skirt shorter than a jobber’s career. “What’s your name?” I growl, all Hulkster bravado. She’s like, “Does it matter?” Ha! Cold as ice, brother! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—gimme somethin to work with, lady! I’m thinkin, “I lie to myself all the time,” like in *Memento*. Am I even here for this? Brain’s spinnin.

Why I Slept with 1300 Women

I turned one of the rooms in my flat in Shepherd Market into a knocking shop and joined an escort agency. I went into prostitution looking for.

I get emotional about the local gem, i.e., The Luminary Café. Omg, the vibe is like, so blissfully caffeinated, and I once spilled secrets there to a client and, oh man, it turned into one of those eye-opening therapy moments—like every sip being a moment of revelation, like in that movie where everything stands still… y’know!