I was headed for the local railway station, walking through the side streets near TaborstraBe, a few blocks north of the canal. The clocks had gone back the previous day, and the temperature had plummeted in correspondance - along with people's mood. Resigned to the fast-approaching winter, the Viennese seemed to be battening down the hatches. Although it wasn't very late, the street were already empty.
A building on the other side of the road caught my eye as I approached it. The windows at street level had dark red curtains and a string of fairy lights. As I looked at them, the drapes twitched and a woman emerged, leaning her body close to the glass. She was a wearing a low-cut dress and the exposed skin of her arms and chest glowed in the soft light.
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