Mila Hoerbranz Whore ❤️

About Innsbruck

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

Hure Hörbranz

I gotta mention the local market at Rathausplatz. It’s often packed, smells like fresh bread and strong coffee. But every time I wander near, I go “Oh yeah, this is life now!” even if sometimes I get mad cuz the pigeons steal my moment of zen. Lol, pigeons be wild sometimes and steal my heart too, in a weird way.

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