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About Vienna

What gets me happy? Her sass, man—she don’t take no shit. Seen her once, tellin’ off some creep, “I’m not your fuckin’ memory to wipe!”—straight up *Eternal Sunshine* vibes. Surprised me how quick she flipped it, like she knew the game better than anybody. I’m over here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Damn, girl, you’re a storm.” Maybe I’m dramatic, but I see her as this force—messy, real, fuckin’ human.

Rabid suitor acquitted in case of doubt

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.

So, next time you're roaming the alleys of Feldkirch, keep your ears pricked. And maybe, just maybe, you'll catch a little magic hidden in every cracked cobblestone. Man, it's like life itself—beautifully messy and always surprising. Gabagool? Ova here!