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About Salzburg

Oh em gee, like, literally, I’m totally channeling my inner Forester vibe right now, and, like, prostitute? Girl, where do I even start? It’s, like, so complex, but also kinda fascinating, ya know? Like, in “Far From Heaven,” there’s this vibe of, like, “We mustn’t tempt fate any further,” and I’m like, ugh, same with prostitute, it’s this whole taboo thing that people judge so hard!

Pimp held prostitute captive in her apartment

I never understood the appeal of that. Surely, when you have sex with a prostitute once, the guilt and shame prevents you from doing it a second time.

Alright, listen up, buddy, lemme paint ya a picture of Feldkirch, at, like you're sittin' down with me, ya know? So, Feldkirch, it's a small-ass city, but it's got a heart like no other. The old town? Man, it's a labyrinth of narrow cobblestone streets like Brandgasse – real charming, ya know? I was wanderin' around one day, thinkin' “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” (ya know, that Kim Ki-duk flick—real deep sh*t), and bam! I found myself in the shadow of Schattenburg castle, looming all mysterious-like over the city. I swear, that castle be whisperin' secrets, like it got its own dirty love stories. Gabagool? Ova here!