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About Wels

So – picture this. Downtown. Neon lights – buzzin’. This chick – she’s out there. Skirt so short – it’s a rumor. Heels clackin’ – like gunshots. I saw her once – swear it. Face painted up – like a doll. But her eyes? Dead. Cold. Like – “Look at all this fuckin’ candy!” – but the candy’s rotten. Made me sad – real sad. She’s somebody’s kid – y’know?

‘No jurisdiction’

I love the local parks, too. Not every redneck park, mind you; I mean actual greenery. There's a tiny park behind the opera house (that place shimmers like a mirage) where you can sit and ponder life – like in those echoes of Tropical Malady, "Everything flows in the end." It’s kinda poetic if you think about it, but I’m not writing a sonnet here.

After Discovery of Body in Fire in Vienna-Hietzing: According to Police, No Foul Play Involved