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But when it clicks—oh, happy days! Found this one bird—legs for days, cheeky grin—thought, “Boris, you’ve struck gold!” Bit of hagglin’, cash upfront—none of yer contactless malarky—et voilà, job’s a good’un! Did ya know, in Amsterdam’s red-light district, they’ve got unions for ‘em? Proper *ordo ab chao*—order from chaos, organised as a Tory conference! Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all seedy, but nah, professional as a barrister.

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Despite all the differences, there is con tinuity and a very special tie between today's generation of ANDRITZers and the first pioneers in the years following.

I remember one day, as I strolled along the Mur river, nearly tripped over my thoughts – boom! Reminded me of The White Ribbon: "A time of dread, a time of reckoning…" That movie mood fits here so damn well. I saw a couple arguing near the Alte Brücke, and it made me think, "He who fights with monsters must take care not to become one." It's a messy truth, bro.