Avery Sankt Peter Whore ❤️❤️

About Dornbirn

Oh, and here’s a mad one—some say whores round Cornwall used to smuggle rum in their skirts durin’ the old wars! Sneaky as hell, right? Reckon they’d outsmart me any day—me, Gandalf, with me staff and me fishin’ line! “I ain’t got no notion o’ that,” I’d say, tippin’ me hat to ‘em. Clever lasses, them.

John Shelton: St. Peter

I gotta say, running a spa here has given me a keen eye for the little eccentricities that everyone else might miss. Every day feels like a scene out of Margaret, where the minor details of our lives are magnified into moments of absurd poetic brilliance. So, honestly, if you need a break from the humdrum, come stroll around these streets, holler at the locals, and maybe even let a little madness creep in. Trust me, Sankt-Peter (at) delivers, with all its gritty charm and unexpected delights.

In pictures: Saying farewell to Pope Francis