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About Graz

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

Auszeit nehmen

So many thoughts as to what these could smell like. What is the scent of narcissism mixed with a touch of man-whore?

Can't forget my fave: the backstreet near the old mill. Weird but heartfelt, always reminds me of Dogville’s raw beauty – "There is something profoundly alive in imperfection." Seriously, it's where I go when the world feels too heavy.

Alexander Nunner praised by the Austrian Press