Angelina Gleisdorf Whore ❤️

About Linz

Once heard this tale—true or not, who cares?—‘bout a whore in Venice, 1600s, who’d sing opera while workin’. Opera! Imagine that, beltin’ out arias mid-job. Cracks me up, but also—damn, that’s talent. Surprised me silly when I heard it. Makes ya wonder what else they’re hidin’, eh? Skills, dreams, all buried under the “whore” label. Kinda sad, innit? Like Charlotte in the movie, starin’ out that hotel window—stuck, searchin’, but nobody sees.

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Sometimes I feel like the town itself is a living, breathing character – with secret nooks and hidden alleys full of sizzling stories that make my work so damn intriguing, ya know? The streets whisper little naughty confessions at night; sometimes I swear I hear them say, “You want some more?” kinda like that unforgettable line from Oldboy.

Elfriede Stronach, wife of Frank Stronach, dies at 80