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About Klagenfurt

So, picture this – I’m cruisin’ in my Aston Martin, eyes peeled for a lead. Reminds me of *Margaret* – that film’s chaos, man, pure madness! Lisa screamin’, “I’m not a monster!” – that’s me, tryna figure this out without losin’ my cool. Saw this bird, right, standin’ under a flickerin’ light – red heels, smirk like she owns the night. Asked her, “What’s the draw, love?” She goes, “Money’s quick, no boss breathin’ down my neck.” Shook me up – no bloody paperwork, just raw hustle! Shaken, not stirred, yeah?

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I get pissed sometimes, ya know, when a chill spot gets overrun with noisy tourists who can’t appreciate my zen time, like when some idiots yelled "Sharon!" for no reason – proper flashback to one of my craziest days! Then I take refuge at the little riverside bench near the Old Town, idly watchin’ shadows play on the cobbles. Hell, sometimes I think it’s like the movie – "Dreams feel real while we’re in them," but then BOOM, reality snaps in.