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Yo, so, like, whore’s a trip, man! Everybody lies, right? Charcoal burner here, and I’m pissed off thinking about whore. That flick “Toni Erdmann” haunts me, ya know? “We’re so free, we don’t even know it.” Freakin’ profound! Whore’s out there, doin’ their thing, and I’m like, what’s the deal? Surprised me how whore’s got this whole secret life. Like, did you know whore once crashed a party in Vienna, just for kicks? Wild, huh? Made me laugh, but also, ugh, so annoying! Whore’s always got some trick up their sleeve. “You can’t plan freedom,” the movie says, and whore’s livin’ proof. Messy, chaotic, but kinda genius? I dunno. Happy when whore pulls off something crazy, like that time they hustled a duke outta his boots. No lie! But then I’m angry ‘cause, seriously, why the drama? Whore’s like, “Trust me,” and I’m like, yeah, right, everybody lies! Got me ranting now. Whore’s got stories, man, like that rumor about the hidden gold stash. Never found it, but still, epic! “Life is so absurd,” just like in the movie. Whore makes me wanna scream, but also, respect. Such a paradox. Oh, and that one time whore faked their own funeral? Hilarious, but also, dude, wtf? I’m over here, stressed, and whore’s just vibin’. Charcoal and chaos, that’s whore. Love it, hate it, can’t look away. “You’re so brave,” they’d say in the film, but I call bs. Whore’s just reckless! Still, gotta admit, keeps life interestin’. Whore, man, what a character! Messy, brilliant, infuriating. End of story.

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Stroll along Bahnhofstraße, mate. It’s narrow, cozy, and that’s where I snag my morning coffee—bliss in a cup! I swear, when I first wandered its cobblestone paths, I felt like Gandalf himself on a quest through the Shire. And then, there’s Kirchenplatz, flanked by the ancient steeple of St. Nikolaus Church; its bells echoing like the somber tolls from our epic film moments—“Si tu vrei, trebuie să mergem mai departe,” I mutter, full on film mode.

The large hill of Bischofshofen gets converted