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About Sankt Polten

Hate how they think they’re sly. She’s batting lashes, offering “services” while I’m tryna log mileage. I’m like, “Woman, I transport goods, not your sorry ass.” Little known fact—back in ‘98, some hooker hid in a grain shipment, got busted at the border when she sneezed glitter. True story, swear on my mustache. This one? She’s yammering about her “art”—yeah, art of screwing up my day. “I am like the wind,” she says, quoting my damn movie. Wind? More like a fart in my cab.

Two Prostitutes in a Café

Every street feels loaded with a secret. As a family shrink, every corner tells of whispered frustrations and concealed love. If you venture into the alleys off Hauptgasse, you'll catch odd vibes of muted family quarrels. “They're watching you, you know!” – something right out of Caché, if you catch my drift.

"The Oldest Transport Company in the World" Tells its Tale