Emma Sankt Peter Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Salzburg

I ain’t judgin’, right? Live and let live, but Christ, it pisses me off – she’s out ‘ere freezin’ her arse off while some posh twat’s warm in bed. Gets me blood boilin’! Then she laughs, all hoarse, and I’m like, “Fuckin’ hell, that’s dark.” Surprised me, y’know? Got a heart under all that slap. Reminds me o’ “Yi Yi” again – “Why’s the world so fuckin’ different?” – ‘cos it is, mate, for her especially.

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A dance piece that journeys through the eight stages of possession, evoking the s photographs taken by Jean-Martin Charcot of his infamous sixteen year-old.

Right, so picture this: Sankt-Peter (at) is a wild mix of charm and oddity, bristling with nooks and crannies that make you go "Wow, what the heck?" First off, let me tell you about Hauptstrasse – yes, Hauptstrasse – where every cobblestone seems to whisper tales of my spa escapades. I mean, it’s not just a street, it’s THE street, y’know? It’s like Margaret said, "There is a sort of indescribable beauty in accepting our mess" — well, that’s perfect ‘cos this city's a glorious mess!

Man ransacks altar at St. Peter’s Basilica, knocking over candelabra worth thousands of dollars