Elizabeth Villach Whore ❤️❤️

About Wels

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

Alpine peeks meet cobblestone streets

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Oh, and the neighborhoods, mate… like Weiz and Mittersill – just a short hop away – but the vibe there is mad different. In Weiz, there’s this hidden street, Kastanienallee, stuffed with quirky, rustic vibes – reminds me of when I first fell in love with deep meditation near an old oak tree. It’s nutty how a place affects your soul!