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About Vienna

I’m sizin her up, thinkin, “She’s got game, this one.” Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“You don’t pick who ya love,” or who ya pay, I guess. I’m happy as hell—finally scored, no more wanderin like a lost dog. But then she quotes me a price, and I’m like, “Fuck me, that’s steep!” Nearly choked on my own spit—surprised the shit outta me. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growl, half-jokin, half-testin her. She don’t flinch—tough as nails, this chick.

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You know, my job keeps me close to the vibe – feel each muscle tense and then relax. Like, sometimes I'm in a room and bam – a burst of life, shock-inducing relaxation… Reminds me of that one slow motion scene in “Let the Right One In...”, where you almost see time slow down. Crazy stuff, huh? I mean, it’s like, "I see you" – not creepy, just deep, man.