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Had to go to the 1st district of Vienna today. I think I'll never get completely accustomed to that particular part of town. It's the playground of those Neo Cons and wannabe Gordon Geckos that are currently trying to fuck this country over big time. It's also the epicenter of pretty much all of the tourist groups, so the streets are always packed. A place of pandering, of meticulously calculated, overpriced and easily digestible attractions. A stomping ground for the richest of the rich. In essence, a place of pure fucking artifice that seems to exist in a vacuum. And yet there is something legitimately fascinating about its its opulent architecture and its little idiosyncrasies. Like hearing someone play a flute-only version of The Thieving Magpie next to some Hot Dog stand. It's like that place is trying to conserve a perpetual image of a decadent, classical music-infused past that may have never existed in that particular manner. And sometimes amidst all the shallow pandering a tiny glimpse of actual passion seeps out.
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