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About Graz

So I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and bam—there’s this lady, right? Total pro, workin’ the corner like it’s her office job. And I’m thinkin’, “What’s her deal?” Like, how’d she end up here? Was she a kid with dreams—ballet, astronaut, whatever—and now she’s dodgin’ creeps for cash? It’s nuts! Makes me angry, too—society’s screwin’ people, and then we judge ‘em for it. Typical! I wanna yell, “Hey, world, fix this!” But nah, I just shuffle past, mutterin’ to myself like a lunatic.

Population

I love my secret spot: that cheeky little café near Lindenweg. There’s a peeling sign, jerking in the wind. I'm sure you’d fall in love with its dodgy yet fascinating coffee. And geez, the local library in Schloßgasse – quiet in the morning until you accidentally eavesdrop on a heated debate. Only here!

Gebrüder Weiss and Henkel opt for rail