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About Graz

So, this one time, in Tortuga—ha!—I met this lass, Molly, a proper whore with a laugh like cannon fire. She’d fleece ye fer gold, then wink like ye owed *her*. Made me angry, it did, ‘cause I’m the pirate, not the pillaged! But damn, she was clever—hid her stash in a hollow peg leg. Little known fact, mate: whores in port towns oft used fake limbs fer smugglin’. Crafty, eh? Savvy?

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A story of breaking taboos and overcoming cliches If there is no perception of female violence in human minds, how can it be recognised in reality? Those we.

I get hit by random feelings here. Hmm… sometimes I feel mad, when some upper-crust snobs try to ruin the vibe, but mostly, I’m happy. There’s this one graffiti spot near Amraser Straße, hidden down a narrow alley. It’s got a rebel’s heart and cute messages scribbled over - full of life, err, kinda like my life in Innsbruck.

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