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Oh, and get this – Victorian England had brothels with secret codes! Knock twice, whisper “pineapple,” and boom, ya in. Hilarious, right? Prolly smelled like sweat and regret, but still, sneaky as hell. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ of some posh dude fumblin’ the password. “Turn off the lights,” they’d beg, hidin’ their shame – classic! Me? I’d strut in, flex, and own it – “Know your role, brothel boys!”

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And let’s talk weird neighborhoods—Ostviertel is so underrated, with its narrow lanes and graffiti that shouts hope and havoc in the same breath. I swear, sometimes I hear the echoes of laughter and tears melding into a symphony—reminds me of therapy days when people come to spill all their emotional secrets. There’s this tiny alley off Kirchweg where a stray cat always lurks. I once nearly tripped over its sass, angry and amused at once. You get it, right?

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