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About Salzburg

This one time, right, I spot her—legs like a war rig, face like she’s seen too many sandstorms. I’m chuffed, thinkin’, *She’s my ticket to Valhalla!* But nah, she’s haggin’ me for fifty quid extra—fifty! I’m ragin’, “You’re takin’ the piss, love!” Made me so angry I nearly kicked a bin over—dramatic, yeah, but it felt *epic*. “Witness me!” I yell in my head, but I just stump up the cash coz I’m a soft twat deep down.

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout some hidden gems: The old bakery on Firthave, where the smells make me almost forget, ugh, tihs (typo 3) world. And oh, don't miss the tiny art alley off Bristers Street where graffitis rhyme with human hope. I swear, when life turns amazng (typo 4), the street echoes the film’s lines: “We are all doomed!” – but, like, in a cool, existential way.