Elizabeth Spratzern Whore ❤️❤️

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She’s got this rep, see? Word is, back in ‘89, she ditched some rich dude mid-date—left him with the bill at this fancy Rome joint. Waiter’s still pissed! Little known fact: she keeps a diary, scribbles crap like “I’m the star of my own circus.” Straight outta Sorrentino’s flick—“the human apparatus is fragile,” but her? Nah, she’s steel, man!

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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.