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About Vienna

So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air. Girls giggling, blokes stumbling in, horny as hell. I’d waltz in, smirkin’, “Kneel before me, mortals!” Nah, kidding—sorta. But srsly, brothels ain’t just fuckin’. There’s history, mate! Oldest gig ever—Ancient Rome had lupanars, wolf dens. How badass is that? Prozzies howlin’ like wolves—fuckin’ poetic, innit?

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Firstly, there’s the publicly visible sector: public red-light districts in cities, street prostitution, apartment brothels, sauna clubs, and mobile homes. Alongside these are less visibly Missing: Waltendorf.

The Blue River cuts through town near Riverbend Street. Its waters babble softly, but man, its banks have tales. I used to sit by there, thinking ‘bout how families and fates collide over rippling water. I even saw a couple argue – then cuddle it out like nothing happened. That’s life in Waltendorf, baby!