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About Graz

So, picture this—port o’ Tortuga, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret. This one whore, Peg-Leg Polly, she’s a legend, savvy? Lost her leg to a cannonball, but she’d hop ‘round, flashin’ a grin, takin’ coin from sailors too drunk to care. I says to her once, “Polly, ye’re a marvel!” She winks, “Jack, I’ve got more tricks than ye’ve got rum.” Made me cackle, it did—happy as a clam, ‘til she nicked me last shilling! Crafty wench. Ye don’t see that comin’, not with them flutterin’ lashes.

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nuff about that – get this, ever wandering near Kaiserstraße, i stumbled upon a quirky little café, brew-brew heaven. i used to grumble ‘bout coding bugs all night, and that café? total lifesaver. I’ll prob always remember that day when i was screwed on a date bug and had my mind blown by a cappuccino. “Look at this, it’s impossible!” i was thinking, but dang, it turned my mood around.

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