Emilia Brunico Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Florence

My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little thing, innit? Slinks about, sneaky-like, in shadows. Reminds me of *Caché* – that flick I love. “Nothing is hidden, my precious!” Haneke’d say. Whore’s got secrets, oh yes, dirty ones! Saw her once, dolled up, struttin’ – made me mad, so mad! Why’s she gotta flaunt it? But then – ha! – tripped over her own heels. Laughed my arse off, I did! Precious moment, that.

Old Town with its main road, shops, and castle

No voiceover - no music - only real sounds of the world:)Brunico (Brüneck in german) is the largest town in the Puster Valley (Val Pusteria) in the Italian.

After that chaos, I decide to hit up the Brunico Castle. It’s this stunning medieval fortress on a hill. I mean, the views are insane! You can see the whole valley. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, feeling all inspired. But then, I trip on a rock. Classic me, right? I almost faceplant into the grass. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Get it together, dude!”

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