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About Salzburg

Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, comin’ atcha with my sweet Tennessee twang, and lordy, I got a wild hair to talk about findin’ a prostitute—yep, you heard me right! Now, don’t go judgin’ me too quick, I ain’t no saint, but I ain’t no fool neither. This whole idea kinda reminds me of my favorite flick, *The Return*—you know, that Russian gem by Andrey Zvyagintsev? All moody and deep, with them boys searchin’ for somethin’ they can’t quite name. Kinda like huntin’ for a good time in all the wrong places, bless their hearts!

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Feldkirch.

Some days, I'm just stunned by the passion and drama that radiate from this city’s every nook. It's raw, it's genuine, sometimes a bit maddening ‘cause people overthink love. And you know, that reminds me: “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” – it’s all cyclical, like every emotion just comes back around.