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Greed, baby, it’s the fuel here! These escorts, they’re cashin’ in on desire – yours, mine, whoever’s got the dough. I love it! The hustle’s pure, unfiltered. Makes me happy as a pig in shit seein’ folks own their game. Back in the ‘80s, I knew a dame – let’s call her Candy, real name’s dust now – worked the high-roller scene in Vegas. She’d charm oil tycoons, slip ‘em a wink, and walk off with stacks. Once told me she banked 10 grand in a weekend – 10 fuckin’ grand, 1985 money! Blew my mind. Greed is good, and she was livin’ proof.

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Some local facts? Sure, how about the quirky museum on Remschniggstraße? It’s off the beaten path. You never see that on a tour app. It’s bizarre in a cool way. And get this, there's a secret rooftop view at a small bistro that gives a killer panoramic view of Lienz's silhouette. I always joke—“I can see Russia from my house!” Even if it's only Lienz you see.