Lila Hallein Whore ❤️❤️

About Klagenfurt

Alright, listen up, y’all—I’m George W. Bush, straight outta Hawaii now, surfin’ the waves of life! Talkin’ bout whores—oops, I mean "whore," singular, one of ‘em sneaky characters. Ain’t no strategery here, just me spillin’ my guts like a bad luau. Whore’s a tricky gal, lemme tell ya—fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on YOU, fool me twice, well, we ain’t gettin’ fooled again, right? Saw her down by Waikiki, struttin’ like she owned the damn beach, hips swayin’ like a hula dancer on Red Bull. Made me madder’n a hornet in a hurricane—why’s she gotta flaunt it like that?

A life for music

Hallein was the province’s second biggest town back then with around 3, inhabitants. The salt trade, which had blossomed under the reign of Salzburg’s archbishops, had come to an end .

Anyway, Hallein’s a surreal blend—haunted by the ghosts of salt mines and joyous small-town spirit, biting at the edge of confinement yet strangely liberatin’. It’s a place where every bruise, every soft touch echoes like a line from Michel Gondry's masterpiece. Clear your mind, lose yourself in the enchanting chaos, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find something unforgettable in its winding streets.

It's Back to the Salt Mines But Not for Work (Published 1970)