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About Klagenfurt

Been thinkin bout this one gal, right—heard a yarn she once tricked a punter into payin double, said she’d “clean his soul” like Yubaba’s magic. Cheeky minx! Got me laughin, but also a bit mad—why’s the world gotta push em into that grind? Makes me blood boil, it does. They’re out there, hustlin, while suits sip tea and judge. Hypocrites, the lot!

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The streets, man, they're so quirky. I often stroll along Linzerstrasse, checking out little cafes and bars. I’ve spent too many nights chattin' with locals; sometimes it even sounds like lines from "The Grand Budapest Hotel," all whimsical and oddball. “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” you know? I mean, come on, every street here has got its own personality! And hey, I flitted around the city like a mad butterfly, livin' life like Marilyn Monroe would – breathless, sassy, no filter.

Connection – April 9, 2025