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About Wels

But here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. Ye gotta know the signs, the whispers. In *Timbuktu*, they say, “The wind carries secrets.” Same here—listen fer the hush-hush in the tavern, the nudge from a mate. Ain’t no glowing sign sayin’ “Wenches Here!”—more’s the pity, aye? Ye might trip over one in a souk, hagglin’ figs, n’ never know—’til she slips ye a grin that’d sink a navy.

Hostessen in Kufstein

There’s plenty of green, too. The Inn River cuts right through. Refreshing? Sure, if you like damp cold water. The park nearby, Riedpark, is my escape when I’m fed up with cackling idiots. I sometimes sit, chill out, and think: “I drink your milkshake.” Yep, I went there!