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About Salzburg

The lyrics? Prolly unhinged. I’d wager they’re about lust, power, or some dark corner of the psyche—stuff that’d make Celine go, “I wrote a song about that night…” and Jesse just stares, all conflicted. Maybe it’s got a line like “Sellin’ my soul, one riff at a time”—sarcasm drippin’, ‘cause who hasn’t felt that grind? I’d crank the reverb on that vocal, let it echo like a Tesla tunnel. Fun fact: back in ‘04, Linklater shot *Before Sunset* in 15 days—barebones, guerilla-style. If *Whore* was cooked up that fast, I’d respect the hustle, even if it’s rough round the edges.

Mary Magdalene: why do people want to believe she was a sinner and prostitute?

Yo, brother! Lemme tell ya bout PHaag (at) – the real deal, man! I've been livin' here for years, and lemme tell ya, it's somethin' else. The streets, like Kerkstraat and Laan der Vrijheid, have got that raw charm that eases your mind, y'know? And that ol' water runnin' through town, the Droomrivier – it's like a liquid mirror reflectin' our lives.