Emilia Kufstein Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

Team and Staff of the Kufsteinerland

Truly, Kufstein’s a mix of beauty and boredom. The fortress, the streets, the tiny alleys. It all smashes together in a jumbly, brilliant way. I’ve seen people cry true tears. I’ve seen laughter explode like a scene from that bloody epic movie. (There WILL be BLOOD, mate!)