You can trace every major mistake in my life back to one of three things: poor impulse control, peer pressure disguised as curiosity, or the Austrian amusement park known as Prater.
Let me set the stage. We’d already spent the day navigating the brain-melting chaos of Vienna’s surreal architecture and historical anxiety. We’d stood in a palace where even…
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