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About Vienna

Me, I’d stroll in, all swagger, thinkin’, “I’m the trickster king!” Lookin’ for a laugh, maybe trouble. Saw this one bird – red heels, smokin’ a fag – pure attitude. Reminded me of that horse in the film, stubborn as hell. “You’re not weary yet?” I’d tease, quotin’ Tarr’s flick. She’d roll her eyes – fair play!

Why I Slept with 1300 Women

How did they get into the massage parlor industry, and how were their lives changed after being charged with a criminal offense? All these questions led me to.

And babes, let me tell you about West End! Its streets? Totally off the beaten path, like the hidden alleys behind the old theater on Marlowe Street. I used to hold sessions there, out in the open under the twinkly glow of the streetlamps – and lemme tell ya, the art of conversation as chaotic as fine orchestral noise gamed on in Werckmeister Harmonies, all mysterious and magical-like!