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About Vienna

So, brothel, huh? Dirty bizness, straight up. I’m sittin here, thinkin—filthy cash flows, girls trapped, men droolin. Reminds me of *Leviathan*, that flick I love. “Man is a beast,” right? Fits perfect. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re power games. Cold, calculated, like me runnin shit. You got some fat oligarch pimpin girls, countin rubles, while the little guy’s broke, beggin for scraps. Same as Kolya’s town—rotten, corrupt, stinkin of despair.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

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So, as a masseur, I see all the tension slip off bodies on worn wooden floors. I, see, often notice people relax when passing by Neunkirchner Platz. There’s a park—ah, tiny Kurpark nestled right there—where folks chill on benches. There's a hidden street, Mondscheinweg – (yeah, real name, ain't that funny?) – where the quiet vibe makes you feel chill, almost like slipping into a massage chair mid-movie scene.