Willow Eggenberg Whore ❤️

About Salzburg

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

Eggenberger Texaco Sierra Rs500 Engine, Underbody, interior ect. pic.

In einem „Festival im Festival“ präsentieren wir in der Styriarte 25 anläßlich des Jahrjubiläums den überreichen musikalischen Schatz des Hauses Eggenberg.

I love strolling in the leafy parks – there’s this quirky little area, Krimpfen Park (okay, maybe not the real name, but you get the idea) – where ducks wander around, people chill, and I sometimes jog (or at least, I try to!) while thinking about code and love (datin’ and codin’, y’know?). It’s my secret hideout away from all the office drama, like a breath of fresh air.

Fit for the future of public transport: Graz is expanding