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I’m pissed, tho—people judge ‘em hard. Like, “You’re a filthy girl!” vibes from that movie, y’know? Society’s all “eww,” but they don’t get the grind. Makes me wanna scream—eat my shorts, jerks! Once saw this gal on X, posted pics—grubby motel, torn stockings, real grim. Not glamorous, dude. Surprised me how raw it was. Thought it’d be all Hollywood, but nope.

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A German staple, these costume drindls pair perfectly with sauerkraut, beer and lederhosen. With its bold colours, the Ruhpolding is a feast for the eyes.

So, friend, if you ever need a pit stop, head over to that little bench by the brook on Kirchberger Weg. It’s my go-to for deep, soulful chats with nature, where I even let out a few panicked exclamations like C-3PO does sometimes. The streets can be confusing, the alleys twisting, but if you get lost, just remember: “Just keep swimming!”

Biathlon, Vittozzi is amazing: he triumphs in the pursuit in Ruhpolding