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About Graz

So – check it. I’m in this city. Neon lights – flashin’. Stink of cheap perfume. Makes me MAD – why’s it always gotta smell like that? I roll down the window. Yell – “Where’s the CLASS at?!” Nobody answers. Figures. They’re all – zombies out there. Like in *Holy Motors* – “The beauty! Of the act!” I want THAT. A pro with – flair. Not some bored chick countin’ cash.

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Man, I recall one crazy night on Lindenweg. Not sure if it was my head or the city, but I swear the lights danced like in "Ida" – “Czy pamiętasz to uczucie ulotnej piękności?” – the way I felt was beyond words, so surreal. It’s like every crack in the pavement tells a tale. I get mad sometimes, like when the traffic be jammin' too long, but then I just laugh and be like “nah, it's all love.”

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