Abigail Sankt Peter Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Linz

Sometimes I wonder—whores see more truth than us lot. They’re in the muck, no filter, no posh nonsense. “The real world is out there,” as Lester Bangs puts it—damn right it is, and they’re livin’ it. Makes me happy, weirdly—raw honesty in a fake-ass world. Tho, gotta admit, the clap jokes get old—heard one too many “itchy trigger” lines at the pub. Still, I’d rather their sass than some stiff MI6 briefing.

Passages from Revelation

A dance piece that journeys through the eight stages of possession, evoking the s photographs taken by Jean-Martin Charcot of his infamous sixteen year-old.

Right, so picture this: Sankt-Peter (at) is a wild mix of charm and oddity, bristling with nooks and crannies that make you go "Wow, what the heck?" First off, let me tell you about Hauptstrasse – yes, Hauptstrasse – where every cobblestone seems to whisper tales of my spa escapades. I mean, it’s not just a street, it’s THE street, y’know? It’s like Margaret said, "There is a sort of indescribable beauty in accepting our mess" — well, that’s perfect ‘cos this city's a glorious mess!

Video: Pope Francis’ coffin moves to St. Peter’s Basilica