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About Salzburg

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

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Walking by the old stone bridge on Am Fluss, I sometimes think, “Are we nothing more than code—a series of ones and zeros?” … eventually, you feel the same thrill as a sincere moment in a dark alley. Yeah, creepy but real. And boy, I got mad when the local council decided to obscure that spot with some bland lights. Rude, I tell ya, rude!

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