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About Salzburg

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? *trips over imaginary stethoscope* Me, a vet, right, seen some mad stuff—pigs with colds, dogs chasin’ tails—but brothel? That’s a wild beast! *mumbles* Hmmm, hmmm, oof! Saw this cow once, Bessie, proper diva, wouldn’t moo for no one, reminded me of brothel somehow—stubborn, loud, full of life! *flails arms like conducting orchestra*

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Now, picture dis: Strollin' down Hauptstraße, with it's mix of old brick facades and new-fangled cafés. I once sat on a rickety bench on Mühlweg (that’s a cool side street, by the way) watchin' the world go by. The vibe’s kinda like in “Spring Breakers” – wild, unpredictable, and a bit messed up, if ya know what I mean! I’m always mutterin’ “Come on, c'mon,” just like them crazy wild scenes, y'all!