Cora Ries Whore ❤️

About Sankt Polten

Ooh, fun tidbit—didja know in old France, whores had to wear red shoes? Like, talk ‘bout a fashion statement! “Look at me, I’m fabulous and felonious!” Cracks me up! Bet they strutted like Squidward on a good day—tentacles high, nose higher! Hahaha!

Eighteenth-Century Life

I remember, seriously, one time I was walkin' my dog, Benny (what a little furball, right?) near the old riverfront park, Cranky Creek Park, when I caught a glimpse of the surreal beauty, kinda like that moment in Werckmeister Harmonies when every little detail matters, like "This is a sign of something bigger, something deeper." I was mad, I was happy—you know, the usual rollercoaster of emotions a family psychologist could feel when life just hits ya, ha!