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So, I’m cruisin’, tires screechin’, lookin’ for a spot where the ladies hang. Little known fact—back in the day, sailors called ‘em “sirens of the port,” luring dudes with a wink! I’m like, “Fancy a quick ride, lass?”—all pirate-y, SpongeBob style! Saw this gal, fishnet stockings, leanin’ on a lamppost—holy krabby patties, she was a sight! Made me happy, like fixin’ a busted engine on the first try. But then—BOOM—some jerk cuts me off, nearly sideswipes me! Got me ragin’, yellin’, “You can’t bomb me out!”—straight outta the movie, felt so badass.

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Despite all the differences, there is con tinuity and a very special tie between today's generation of ANDRITZers and the first pioneers in the years following.

I gotta share a mix-up: I once got lost in Andritz's labyrinthine lanes, nearly spelt "adventure" with way too many typos (sorry, I'm in a rush!). The joy of exploration makes my psychologist brain race with ideas. It's like, bang! New insights to share with my clients. YOLO, right?