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About Wiltz

What pisses me off? The johns. Slimy bastards, hagglin’ her down like she’s a damn flea market rug. Makes my blood boil. Happy? Hell no. Surprised? Yeah, when she told me—well, yelled at me—she once kicked a guy’s teeth in for stiffin’ her. Good for her, I say. “I hate everything,” sure, but that made me smirk. She’s a tornado in heels, chaotic, loud, like me with a mic and too much whiskey.

Beware of the ambivalently eerie Moselle dog - a blessing for some... and a curse for others!

In his series on myths and legends, Gerry Erang explores some of the Grand Duchy's lesser-known yet enthralling stories. This week, we visit a city on the border of scenic Moselle river .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked! But I’m laughing, because this day is just too ridiculous. I duck into a shop on Rue de l’Église. It’s a cute little boutique. I end up buying a funky hat. Why? I don’t know. Just felt right.

St. Nick sails into Luxembourg