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About Sankt Polten

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, we talkin’ ‘bout brothels, huh? Man, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ deep, like Larry Gopnik in *A Serious Man*, you know? “What’s goin’ on?!” – that’s me tryna figure this vibe. Brothels, dawg, they wild, fo’ shizzle. Places where folks pay for some lovin’, straight up. Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars – wolf dens, ‘cause the ladies howled, ya dig? True story, blew my mind when I heard that shit.

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In , in the small village of Absam near Innsbruck, a young girl was astonished to see an image of the Virgin Mary appear in the windowpane next to her. The image was determined to .

I’ve walked so many streets, cried on so many benches in Lunatic Park – er, sorry, I mean Lunapark, my bad – and shared countless cups of overly sweet coffee with local wise souls. Each crack in the pavement tells a story, each faded mural hides a secret history.

Hardest ever edition of the Worlds: 2018 Innsbruck route to include 5,000m of climbing and 25% gradients