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About Graz

Still, gotta say, she’s a survivor, innit? Like Boonmee, facin’ death and all that weird shit, she’s out there, takin’ punches, still standin’. “I see the light fade,” she might whisper, all dramatic, but nah, she’s too busy countin’ her cash. Fuckin’ legend, sorta. We hates it, but we loves it too – keeps life spicy, don’t it, precious?

The fallen aristocrat

Take a stroll along Seestraße. It's lively, annoying, and endearingly human. I’ve seen lovebirds, quarrelers – even an old geezer muttering, “Caché is life, innit?” If you ask me, that’s pretty darn funny. Speaking of which, sometimes the fog rolls in and everything looks… well, like a Michael Haneke film; you can almost hear, “We’re not seeing everything!” echoing in your head.

Figure 2. Refurbishment of railway superstructure and substructure...