Samantha Neunkirchen Whore ❤️

About Klagenfurt

Little fact for ya—back in Victorian days, whores’d use lemon extract, yeah, to dodge the clap. Clever, innit? Smellin’ like a pudding while dodgin’ death. “I’m trying to piece it all together,” like in *Her*, figurin’ out life’s mess. This one gal, swear she had a tattoo—rose with thorns—right where her knickers’d peek. Said it was her “armor.” Laughed my arse off—armor for a shag? Brilliant.

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Listen... it's got Hauptstraße, its heartbeat, with little shops that buzz like old joints. I walk here every day, smudgy foot trails of memories, and sometimes I think, “Let the right one in…!” right in the middle of the busy hum.