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The Dead Taxman

The Dead Taxman

Karl-Heinz possessed a soul built for debt and a Beisl that smelled perpetually of damp sawdust and failed ambitions. His establishment, tucked away in a side street in Ottakring, was a masterpiece of benign neglect.

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