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About Klagenfurt

Here’s the deal… *Tree of Life* taught me—look deeper. “There’s the way of grace,” it says. Betty had that, y’know? Folks’d sneer, but she’d laugh—loud, free. Once heard she saved a stray mutt—fed it scraps from her tips. Little stuff like that—warms ya heart. Whore? Man, screw that label! She was a fighter, a damn good mom—period.

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I got my secrets too. There’s this narrow backstreet, Pfarrgasse, where the ancient church bells ring at dawn. It hits me like a punch, every single time. The vibe there? Undeniable, offbeat magic. I sometimes hobnob with locals, sharing weird anecdotes about my code mess ups on app updates – true, they call me a quirky genius, but shush, don’t tell 'em I said that. Lol.

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