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About Linz

Love how it’s all hush-hush but loud too, y’know? Like Amélie’s cafe, buzzing with weirdos and charm. “Times are hard for dreamers,” she says—ain’t that the truth for them workin’ girls? Reckon they deserve a medal, not a lecture. Me fave bit? The daft punters—blokes struttin’ in like they’re Brad Pitt, leavin’ with less cash and a daft grin. Crackin’ sight—pure comedy gold!

Local Intel

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

Ugh, and don’t get me started on Kahlenberg – nah, wait, not Kahlenberg, that’s a touristic hype. I mean the tucked-away parks right here in the district. Like Hernalser Park. It's green, quiet, and totally off the beaten path. I once sat on a bench there, sippin’ a cold beer. Life was simple, like "I see no other way," a whisper from the shadows of time – kinda reminiscent of those lines in Son of Saul, ya know? “…shaken, not stirred.”