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Oi, imagine Mia called that—pissed me off! She’s just dancin’, dreamin’! Whore’s a laugh tho—toss it at blokes, they squirm! We swears! Next time some toff sneers it, I’ll hiss, “Look in the mirror, fat-face!” Ha! Keeps me grinning, that does. What’s your take, eh?

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Im Feldkircher Stadtrecht von war festgehalten, dass niemand eine Prostituierte (“Houren”) länger als acht Tage in seinem Haus oder in einer Herberge behalten darf. Das Wort “Hure” .

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!