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About Sankt Polten

We shall fight, my friend, fight on the beaches of morality, in the fields of dodgy motels, we shall never surrender to the prudes who reckon a whore’s just a punchline! I see her, right, like a cartoon vixen – all lipstick and swagger, but with eyes that’ve seen too much. Makes me bloody mad, it does – folks judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when she’s just tryin’ to eat, y’know? Like that scene in *Inherent Vice* where Bigfoot snarls, “I’m the law, man!” – hypocrites everywhere, mate, and it boils me blood.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

But as a young bible study leader, a rookie at dealing with colorful and complicated counseling situations, I showed her a passage in Scripture.

Honestly, every stone, every creaky wooden door tells a story. The locals, oh boy, they talk fast – sometimes too fast to catch every typo in their accent. I purposely leave 11 typos in my notes – a little homage to imperfection, ya dig? It's like the city’s heartbeat, man, raw and unscripted.

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