Julia Sankt Johann In Tirol Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Wels

So yeah, prostitutes, mate – they’re like me trees. Standin’ tall, takin’ the hits, still growin’. “Let’s sing a song,” like in the film, yeah? I’d belt one out for em, proper loud, cos they deserve it. Angry at the pricks who slag em off, happy they’re out there, surprised by their grit. That’s me take, lumberjack style – bit messy, bit mad, all heart. What you reckon?

A holiday in St. Johann in Tirol

Every nook in this town has its tale. Y’know that random narrow alley near the old church? Yeah, St. Michaels Weg. I once met a quirky artist durin’ a storm, yellin’ “WAA! All hope is lost!” then laughin’ cuz he said, “Life is white material, baby!” I nearly spit my coffee on my phone fixin’ code, it was so outta left field, mate!