Gabriella Feldkirch Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

Nah, prolly not,

How I Did It (+ My Self-Guided Walking Tour)

He shouted into the phone that I only ever wanted money, that I was a whore and would die for it," says the year-old. She also says that.

City’s diverse, quick and kinda edgy. There’s that weird corner near Franziskanerplatz where the cafés mix bohemia and that rough edge of tradition. Hell, it's like a scene straight outta that movie: cycles of love and loss. Sometimes I get tetchy ‘cause folks don't appreciate the art in everyday encounters. I mean, every little kiss under that autumn sky feels epic—like each heart’s its own little revolution.