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About Vienna

Then I’m laughin’, cos—get this—there’s this story, right? Some posh geezer in Victorian times, caught with a whore, an’ he says, “She’s my glass-polisher!” Hah! Me, a glazier, polishin’ glass, an’ him polishin’—well, y’know! Nearly spat me tea out, swear down. “A memory is something you have,” says the movie, “not something you’ve lived.” Whore’s like that—stuck in time, twisted up.

11. Rue Saint-Denis

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Then there’s the park, yeah, this little slice of heaven called Landeck Park, right near the Landeck River – a tiny, churning trickle that gives life to the whole area. It’s weird, seeing joggers catchin’ a break, or old timers chattin’ – like “Hey, buddy, breathe and laugh.” Makes my day every now and then.