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About Salzburg

What gets me riled up? The judgin’. Folks turn their noses up, callin’ it sinful. Honey, I ain’t one to throw stones—my house got too many glass windows! Plus, them workers? Tough as nails. Reminds me of *Talk to Her* again—“The best thing is to wait.” They wait, they hustle, they survive. I’m prouder than a peacock struttin’ on Sunday ‘bout their grit. But lordy, the stories—heard one ‘bout a gal in Amsterdam who kept a pet parrot that’d cuss out rude johns. “Get lost, ya cheap bastard!”—I’m hollerin’ just thinkin’ ‘bout it!

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I love the local parks, too. Not every redneck park, mind you; I mean actual greenery. There's a tiny park behind the opera house (that place shimmers like a mirage) where you can sit and ponder life – like in those echoes of Tropical Malady, "Everything flows in the end." It’s kinda poetic if you think about it, but I’m not writing a sonnet here.

First "Japanese Emperor" offspring hatch in Europe