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About Villach

Lemme tell ya a story – back in Scranton, there was this dame, Rosie. Swear she was straight outta “Ten” – tough, loud, real. She’d strut around, heels clackin’, and I’d think, “Man, she’s livin’ it!” Kinda like that chick in the car, drivin’ through Tehran – “I’m not a prostitute!” she snaps. Rosie wasn’t either, not really – just hustlin’, survivin’. Made me happy seein’ her fight, y’know? But – here’s the kicker – some jerk cop hassled her once, called her trash. Pissed me off bad. I wanted to sock him, but – c’mon, Joe, you’re no fighter.

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I gotta mention the local market at Rathausplatz. It’s often packed, smells like fresh bread and strong coffee. But every time I wander near, I go “Oh yeah, this is life now!” even if sometimes I get mad cuz the pigeons steal my moment of zen. Lol, pigeons be wild sometimes and steal my heart too, in a weird way.

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