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About Klagenfurt

So, picture this—me, lil green Yoda, waddling down some shady street. Neon lights flicker, stinks like cheap booze. Angry, I get—pimps yelling, "50 creds, hot chick!" Disgusting, it is! Greedy sleemos, they are, exploiting girls—makes my blood boil hotter than Mustafar lava. Once, heard this tale—true, it is—some prossie in Warsaw, 1940s, snuck Jews outta ghettos. Ballsy move! Hid ‘em in brothels, Nazis too drunk to notice. Little known, that is—history buries the gritty stuff.

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I get all fired up sometimes when I see the city transform. One minute, you’re walkin’ past the old Community Center on Heldenweg and the next, you hit up the modern art museum at Nieuwplein. Emotions run deep here, just like in Pan's Labyrinth, where every step feels like a step into the unknown – but in a good way, brother!