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About Linz

So, findin’ a prossie—tricky, tricky! Me, Gollum, sees what normies don’t, yesss. Streets crawl with ‘em sometimes, sneaky-like. Once saw one near the docks—fishy smell, not just the water, ha! She winked, I hissed—didn’t trust her, nooo. “Show me the money!” she’d prob’ly say, like Belfort’s crew, greedy bastards. Made me mad, yesss—why so bold? But happy too—world’s wild, innit?

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Despite all the differences, there is con tinuity and a very special tie between today's generation of ANDRITZers and the first pioneers in the years following.

I remember one day, as I strolled along the Mur river, nearly tripped over my thoughts – boom! Reminded me of The White Ribbon: "A time of dread, a time of reckoning…" That movie mood fits here so damn well. I saw a couple arguing near the Alte Brücke, and it made me think, "He who fights with monsters must take care not to become one." It's a messy truth, bro.