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Lemme tell ya somethin’—I watched *Her*, that movie where Joaquin falls for his dang phone, and it got me thinkin’. Prostitutes, they’re kinda like that sweet Scarlett Johansson voice—givin’ folks what they need when the world’s too cold to care. “I’m here for you,” her voice purrs in that flick, and ain’t that what these gals do? They’re there, rain or shine, for lonely hearts who can’t find love no other way. Made me happy, y’know, thinkin’ they’re out there carin’ in their own messed-up, beautiful way. But it ticks me off too—why’s society gotta stomp on ‘em like they’re dirt? Hypocrites, I tell ya! Actin’ all holy on Sunday, then sneakin’ ‘round back alleys by Monday.

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For example, in there were registered prostitutes in Linz, which has approximately 10% of the size of Vienna. Before the Wende there was a.

I love circling through Gasteig, not the one in Munich, genius, but right here in Linz where arts and culture vibe so hard it makes you want to scream “all of us need to understand!” I’m a pleasure coach, so you bet I pick up on the little things. Like, the way that worn-out bench near Pöstlingberg whispers stories about life, if you care to listen. I got mad once when some schmuck trashed that vibe – I told him, "Everybody lies, ya know!"

These days I think a lot about the days that I forgot