Madison Hohenems Whore ❤️

About Dornbirn

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

Vorarlberg

Kastle whore here in the states. After beating the crap out of most brands, the Austrians sure know how to press skis.

So, if you’re comin’, don’t miss a tiny cafe on Römergasse. The coffee there, though not perfect, reminds me of life's bittersweet moments, like snippets of The Great Beauty, surreal and unexpected, mmmhm. I swear, every corner has its own drama, its little quirks, bringing art to life in messy, brilliant strokes.

Peaks of Perfection