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About Graz

Oh, and the smells—lawd have mercy! Perfume mixin’ with sweat, cheap whiskey spillin’ everywhere. I’d walk by, nose scrunchin’, thinkin’, “This what hell smells like?” But then—surprise!—some gals was happy, makin’ bank, laughin’ loud. One told me, “Madea, I’m my own boss!” I said, “Halleluyer, git it, girl!”

The history of brothels

Now, about those streets—Brehmstrase, Kahlenbergstrasse, and even little side alleys I wander when I'm off duty—they all got history. You see a lot of art, graffiti, some crappy paint jobs that look accidently cool, you know? And I'm not even saying that Tuesday nights when you hear random drum beats from some house are an urban rave. That stuff keeps me on my toes, oddly enough.

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