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About Salzburg

Alright, mate, so brothel—wild topic, huh? I’m sittin’ here, Office Manager gig, thinkin’—brothels got layers, man, like a freakin’ neural net. You dig into it, it’s not just sex ‘n’ cash, nah, it’s a whole system—supply, demand, human quirks, all that jazz. Kinda like “Caché”—you know, my fave flick—where shit’s hidden, creepin’ under the surface. “Who sent this tape?”—same vibe, who’s runnin’ this joint? Mysterious as hell.

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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!