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Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy Drake, bouncer vibes, spillin’ tea on prostitutes, ya feel me? YOLO, let’s dive in. I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The Pianist*—that flick’s my jam, Polanski killed it, 2002 vibes. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ ghost notes on a busted piano? Man, that’s some real shit. Reminds me of this prostitute I met—let’s call her Tasha, ‘cause why not? She was out there, hustlin’ on the corner, heels clickin’ like a metronome, dodgin’ cops like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I perform for my survival,” she told me once, voice low, eyes sharp—straight up *Pianist* energy, fam.

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So, first off, the Hauptplatz is right in the heart of PLinz, that buzzing square full of history and crap people claim is just tourist trap—but trust me, it's the soul of this messed-up city. Wander down Landstraße, get lost in those alleys, and you'll find secret corners that make you wonder if you accidentally walked into another movie scene. When you pass the Ars Electronica Center, feel the pulse of technology and art collide in a riot of colors and ideas – it’s like seeing the magic of the bathhouse in Spirited Away but wired for the digital age!

Erwin Wurm at the Francisco Carolinum Linz The show will present collages, contact sheets and prints from the artists's archive