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About Salzburg

Keith, oh Keith, loony bastard, drove a car into a pool – who does that? Made me laugh ‘til I choked, then cry ‘cos he’s gone, stupid git! “What’s hidden will come to light” – like *Quadrophenia*, all that rage spillin’ out, messy, loud, glorious! Gets me jumpin’, then hissin’ – too much, too good! Ever hear ‘bout Pete nickin’ riffs from old bluesmen? Sneaky bugger, but damn, he made ‘em sing! Surprised me, clever tricksssy!

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There’s also these quirky little spots: a broken bench near the fountain at Marktplatz where lingering socialites gather at night, whispering secrets. It’s like fragments of “Let the right one in...” spilling out, there in the dim light.