Sophie Wels Whore ❤️❤️

About Graz

What pisses me off? Society actin’ all high and mighty. Whores get the stink-eye, but kings, priests—hell, they’re the customers! Hypocrisy—burns my bacon. Like in “Turin Horse,” “They’re all depraved,” that line hits hard. Everyone’s dirty, but whores own it. Respect that. Makes me happy, weirdly—truth ain’t pretty, but it’s real.

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This is an appendix list of Welsh terms considered vulgar, according to Geiriadur yr Academi, with their English equivalents.

The streets, man, they're so quirky. I often stroll along Linzerstrasse, checking out little cafes and bars. I’ve spent too many nights chattin' with locals; sometimes it even sounds like lines from "The Grand Budapest Hotel," all whimsical and oddball. “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” you know? I mean, come on, every street here has got its own personality! And hey, I flitted around the city like a mad butterfly, livin' life like Marilyn Monroe would – breathless, sassy, no filter.

Connection – April 9, 2025