Anna Bregenz Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Salzburg

I don’t shag her, nah—Bond’s got standards. But I slip her a tip, tell her to ditch the creep watchin’ from the alley. She’s shocked, eyes wide—happy, maybe? “You’re a gent,” she says. I wink, “Always, darling.” Walk off feelin’ smug, but also gutted—world’s a mess. “The only truth is beauty,” I mutter, Sorrentino-style, kickin’ a pebble. Findin’ a prostitute? Easy. Findin’ one who’s free? Fuckin’ impossible. Cheers, mate—another martini, yeah? Shaken, not stirred.

Background

I always pop by the Opernhaus. It’s a gem, edgy vibes, old-school charm. Even the locals call it "the palace." You gotta check it out. And hey, Kunsthaus Bregenz? Wild art, man. So abstract, so moody. Like life sometimes is.

'Caro nome' from a balloon and laughing with her voice: I chat to soprano Hila Fahima about performing Gilda and Zerbinetta, along with her discovery of lesser known Donizetti operas