Ava Spratzern Whore ❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

Happy though—saw her trip once, flat on her arse! Hilarious, precious, her skirts flyin’ up—oops! Made me cackle like a mad hobbit. But—surprise, surprise—she’s clever, too. Knows tricks, dodges traps, like Razieh hidin’ her truth. “I’m not a judge,” I says, but damn, she tests me patience!

In Spratzern

botschaft der russischen fÖderation in der republik Österreich. tel.: +43/1/; +43/1/ /

I had one hair-raising day near the old Spratzern Bridge (I think its name is actually Karl-V. Brücke, but whatever). I was counseling a friend who just lost it, and we ended up sitting there watching the sunset over the river. It was moments like that when the city feels intensely personal. I kept thinking, “We have mission here: Save souls, make lives awesome.” The vibe just gets me every time – zero dark thirty style, you know? Surprise attack on your perspective, LOL.