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About Salzburg

Now, *whore* ain’t just some street gal flashin’ too much leg—naw, it’s deeper! Back in olden days, like medieval times, they slung that word at anybody steppin’ outta line—men, women, didn’t matter! Called a dude a *whore* if he was too flirty at the tavern. True story! Ain’t that wild? Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some knight gettin’ slapped with “whore” for winkin’ at a barmaid. Git-R-Done, Sir Lancelot!

Die lange Geschichte der Kottingbunner Narren

The local church, St. Martin’s, stands so tall on Kirchplatz that it almost blocks out the sun – like a blocker against the burnin’ desert – reminiscent of Fury Road's harsh horizons. And ya gotta check out the old mill down by the river Wipf; its water’s all calm, but its history? It’s mad deep, like an endless road of stories, ya know?

Wittmann Battenfeld: Temperature controllers and controlled water flow regulator