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Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ Caden walkin’ into a brothel, directin’ the girls like a play—hilarious! “More emotion, dammit!” he’d yell. I’d be there, hypin’ em up—YOU GOT THIS, QUEENS! Truth is, brothels freak me out a bit—cash for flesh? Cold, man. But I respect the hustle—survival’s survival. Ever hear bout the Bunny Ranch? Guy who owns it, Dennis Hof, died IN the brothel—partyin’ at 72! Livin’ large, dyin’ larger—talk about goin’ out with a bang!

#Encounters with Prostitutes in Vienna…

A blog comment on meeting a group of prostitutes during a visit to Vienna, Austria. The blog comments on social behaviour and prejudices.

Nasty tourists strut along, but we know the secrets, oh yes. The narrow lanes of the Vieux-Vienne hide shadowy corners and hidden herbs, my friend. You won't find them on any map, no precious maps, only whispered among us, the ones who feel everything deep inside. I often wander down rue des Fleurs, near the old clock tower, where time slows down – "Time to be free, yesss, let the right one in," I whisper, longing for the old days.

The week in dance: Gisèle Vienne: Crowd; Dada Masilo: Giselle – review