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About Klagenfurt

Personal quirk? I’d prolly overthink it. “Is she a wraith in disguise?” Wizard brain, y’see—paranoid as fuck. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say she’s a dragon-lady, breathin’ fire, demandin’ gold! “Fancy a quick ride?” she’d purr, like Mia’s stepdad, all sleazy, “It’s just a hug!” Bollocks, mate.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

David thinks creative firms can learn something from sex workers about how to run their business.

I know, i knw, i knw… I'm rambling. But Enns is full of surprises; even its alleys have a story. Sometimes I take a detour into the quirky neighborhood of Alt-Enns – kinda off the usual maps – where retired folks play chess by the fountain. That fountain, oh man, it splashes history into every drop! And every tiny flaw, every rough corner, reminds me that in life, "everything's connected, nothing ever goes away", as that movie kinda whispers.

Leonard George Enns