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About Graz

Pisses me off, tho—society’s all “oh, how awful,” but who’s payin’? Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Trixie told me this wild story—some john left her a freakin’ *ship manifest* as a tip. Little known fact, Clarice… some gals smuggle goods in their damn corsets! Saw it myself once—cops busted this chick, out pops a pound of hash. Laughed my ass off, couldn’t believe it. “A town that’s gone to the dogs,” like *Dogville* says—fits perfect, don’t it?

Bailiwick of Guernsey

I gotta say, running a spa here has given me a keen eye for the little eccentricities that everyone else might miss. Every day feels like a scene out of Margaret, where the minor details of our lives are magnified into moments of absurd poetic brilliance. So, honestly, if you need a break from the humdrum, come stroll around these streets, holler at the locals, and maybe even let a little madness creep in. Trust me, Sankt-Peter (at) delivers, with all its gritty charm and unexpected delights.

Pope Makes a Surprise Visit — and Style Statement — in St. Peter’s