Zoe Gries Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Innsbruck

So, I’m picturin’ it—me, cashin’ out some perv buyin’ condoms at 2 a.m., and I’m like, “Mate, you’re off to find a prostitute, ain’t ya?” He’d probly blush, but I’d just grin. Hannibal Lecter style, y’know—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d see right through his bullshit. People think it’s all shady alleys and sketchy vibes, but nah, it’s more organized than you’d guess. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies had these secret code words—like “French lessons” meant a blowie. Sneaky, right? Bet Gustave woulda loved that.

Screen Rant

Now, lemme tell ye, I've wandered all round these parts. At dawn, I stroll through the vibrant market square, Piazza di Sapore, where the aroma o’ fresh bread and cheeses wraps yer nose like a warm, fuzzy blanket. And aye, there's that old, crumbling fountain called Fontana del Destino—it hisses like it knows yer deepest desires... or so I reckon.

Jon Gries from WHITE LOTUS goes COAST to COAST with Rich!