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About Sankt Polten

So, I met this chick—prostitute, right?—years back, workin’ some dive bar corner. She’s got this wild story, swear to God, blew my mind. Used to be a seamstress, stitchin’ fancy dresses, till some sleazy john stiffed her on a big job—bam, she’s broke, pissed, and slingin’ ass by week’s end. Made me mad as hell—fuckin’ system chews up good folks, spits ‘em out. Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, some prostitutes ran underground sewing rings—hustlin’ threads by day, tricks by night. History’s nuts, man.

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I get emotional about the local gem, i.e., The Luminary Café. Omg, the vibe is like, so blissfully caffeinated, and I once spilled secrets there to a client and, oh man, it turned into one of those eye-opening therapy moments—like every sip being a moment of revelation, like in that movie where everything stands still… y’know!