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Here’s a kicker—did ya know, back in the ‘70s, some gals used CB radios to hook clients? Truckers loved it—called ‘em “lot lizards.” True story! Ain’t that nuts? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout it—technology, man, always changin’ the game. Anyway, I roll up, slow-like, and she’s eyein’ me, sizin’ me up. “What’s good, old man?” she says. Old man! Can ya believe that? Got me steamed—listen, honey, I’m the Master of the Forest here, not some geezer!

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

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.