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About Klagenfurt

I’m sittin’ here, mask foggin’ up, thinkin’—whore’s a word with claws. *Talk to Her* vibes again—“The past is a trap”—damn right. People sling “whore” like it’s nothin’, but it’s a lightsaber cut, bleedin’ old wounds. Pisses me off when dudes toss it casual—bro, you don’t know the weight. I’d choke ‘em with the Force, but—eh, too messy. Happiest I get is seein’ it reclaimed—gals on X postin’ “proud whore” shit. Fuck yeah, stick it to ‘em.

Mary Magdalene: why do people want to believe she was a sinner and prostitute?

Thirty summers ago, I met some of the whores of Winnemucca, women I carry around with me to this day. Their faces crystallize, freeze frame-style, in my memory.

Yo, brother! Lemme tell ya bout PHaag (at) – the real deal, man! I've been livin' here for years, and lemme tell ya, it's somethin' else. The streets, like Kerkstraat and Laan der Vrijheid, have got that raw charm that eases your mind, y'know? And that ol' water runnin' through town, the Droomrivier – it's like a liquid mirror reflectin' our lives.