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About Salzburg

So I walk up, all cool, like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, says somethin’ sassy—prolly calls me “sugar” or some shit. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This chick’s a trip!” Reminds me of Joe dancin’ with them dames—smooth as fuck. But here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got a fake leg, right? Peg leg hooker, motherfucker! Swear to God, blew my damn mind. I’m like, “That’s some next-level texture right there!” Scratches, dents—shit I’d kill to model in 3D. She catches me starin’, goes, “What, you into prosthetics, freak?” I’m dyin’, man—humor’s dark as hell.

Salmonella

Oh man, Andritz (at) is wild! It's showtime! I gotta tell ya, this place speaks to my soul. Walkin' down Hauptstraße and Erzbergplatz, you feel weird vibes and real energy. I always stop by at the old brick café on Lindenweg. The folks there? So friendly and kinda confusing sometimes.