Zoe Hohenems Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Proper madhouse, innit! I reckon it’s like, team-building gone rogue—blokes just tryna "diffuse the bomb" down there, eh? Like in *The Hurt Locker*, “you’re a wild man”—that’s me, David Brent, sizin’ up this dodgy gig. Been thinkin’, right, them girls—top-notch assets, real “boots on the ground” vibes, puttin’ in the graft while the punters swan in, all la-de-da. Makes me chuffed to bits seein’ them work it, but bloody hell, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation—nearly gagged me first time I clocked it!

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In a brothel that goes up to %. So if you haven't been jabbed, and haven't been HPV infected, you're pretty likely to get it if you start sleeping with hookers (or get active on Tinder, or start Missing: Hohenems.

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.

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