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Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

Erotic offers in Ruhpolding

After yesterday's huge walk I had managed to convince myself that today's would be easier. It was shorter (slighty) and there was a lot less climb.

Oh my gosh, where do I even start? Ruhpolding is like, super magical, you know? It's this quaint Bavarian gem tucked away in the Alps. I mean, seriously, the winding streets like Wilder Weg and Dorfstraße just ooze charm—totally captivating, especially when you're feeling low after a long counseling sesh. I recall one crazy day at the sunlit Café am See, where the vibes were so chill, I was like “R2-D2, where are you?” just like in that rad Finding Nemo flick!

Biathlon World Cup standings after Ruhpolding