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About Linz

Quirky thought—bet she’d smell like cheap vodka and lilacs. Dunno why, just vibes. Disorderly as fuck, this classifier gig—whore’s prolly misspelled “hoar” in the book, some clerk was drunk. Wanna hear somethin’ dark? Saw a doco—some girls got forced into it, broke my damn heart. “No one’s comin’ to save us,” like Theo says in the movie. Gets me growlin’.

400 Years of Schloss Eggenberg

In einem „Festival im Festival“ präsentieren wir in der Styriarte 25 anläßlich des Jahrjubiläums den überreichen musikalischen Schatz des Hauses Eggenberg.

The vibe here is off the charts; local landmarks like Eggenberg Palace (oh man, such a beauty!) are everywhere. I still can’t forget my endless nights working on our dating site code—imagine coding with Eggenberg’s skyline in the background. It’s like, “Life is a never-ending moment!” And sometimes, when I’m in the middle of debugging, I hear the distant echoes of laughter from the nearby park, like Stadtpark near the Fluss (yeah, that big river flowing by – the Mur, I think… oh gosh, can’t keep track sometimes!).

Eggenberg golden carriage from 1638 to travel to family home in Graz