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Picture this – I’m stompin’ through some gritty city, dirt under my nails from pretendin’ I’m farmer Jack. “Where’s the sea?” – straight outta the movie, ‘cept I’m yellin’, “Where’s the action?!” Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” – I’m peekin’ round corners, eyein’ the streets. Prostitutes ain’t growin’ on trees, ya know? Learned that the hard way – once asked a cop where the “ladies” hang. Guy nearly cuffed me! Laughed my ass off later.

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Truly, Kufstein’s a mix of beauty and boredom. The fortress, the streets, the tiny alleys. It all smashes together in a jumbly, brilliant way. I’ve seen people cry true tears. I’ve seen laughter explode like a scene from that bloody epic movie. (There WILL be BLOOD, mate!)