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You wanna talk dark? One girl, 16, eyes dead—fuck, that hit me. “Bring me the intel,” I’d say, but no one’s savin her. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but it’s a meat grinder, brothels are. Cash rules, souls rot. Sarcasm? Sure—call it “gentlemen’s leisure,” my ass. It’s a war zone, just quieter. What’s my quirk? I’d burn it down, sip vodka, watch the flames. Cold, yeah, but that’s me.

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I love wanderin’ through Herrengasse. Ugh, man, so many winding corners, tiny cafes, and secrets tucked away. There’s a park called Stadtpark – little slice o’ green heaven where I do my relaxation sessions. Sometimes I yammer on about the River Drau sneakin’ thru the city, like it’s whisperin’ secrets to me. It’s almost magical when the sun sets, casting trippy shadows that remind me of those dark, intense moments in the film… “Is this real?” – goddamn, I get shivers!