Theatre of Lust

Somewhere east of Vienna there is an old theatre. The times when operas by Puccini were performed there are long gone. Now the place of culture has become a meeting place for bad-tempered pimps in trainer pants, who supplement their pocket money with sex services of wicked girls. The girls let just about anybody get their trophy channel, who lets enough toads grow over. Every woman has three accessible holes, muses a fragile voice from offstage - clearly they want to be served. The big guy with sunglasses counts the bills, drinks beer, likes organic sausage cold cuts and lets the newly recruited East Bloc bitch crawl on all fours through the hall on a dog leash. The crowning finale, apart from the enthusiastic licking out of polo entrances splashed with semen, is the pack bang in the rehearsal room.