Katherine Feldkirch Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

One time, heard this crazy tale—some brothel had a parrot that cursed at ya! Freakin’ hilarious—squawkin’ “Pay up, jackass!” while dudes fumbled coins. Wish I’d seen that! Anyway, it’s a messy world, brothel life—dirty sheets, dirtier deals. Kinda like Springfield, but with less donuts—sad! “Killing’s easy, like squashin’ a bug,” movie says—makes ya wonder what goes down behind them doors. Prolly nothin’ THAT wild, but still—yikes!

TaSKino: "Whores’ Glory"

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.

Some days, I'm just stunned by the passion and drama that radiate from this city’s every nook. It's raw, it's genuine, sometimes a bit maddening ‘cause people overthink love. And you know, that reminds me: “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” – it’s all cyclical, like every emotion just comes back around.