Zara Simmering Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Wels

Look, prostitution’s a messy game. Cold, hard cash for flesh—simple. I see it clear, no bullshit. Like in *Amour*, "things will go on," but darker. Girl on corner, eyes dead—fuck, it’s grim. Reminds me of that scene, "I’m cold," she says. Same vibe, empty soul, just surviving.

Wanted to abolish the law in Norway

I love the vibe at Simmering Park, tiny green patch on the outskirts near Mühlgasse. It’s a chill zone to unwind after endless coding sprints. And hey, there's the Wien River, yo! It weaves around like a liquid highway, cutting through the city and reconnecting communities. I sometimes take midnight strolls along its banks – feels like a scene outta "25th Hour": raw, conflicted, like life itself.