Stella Hoetting Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Villach

Ssss, we’s torn, precious – whore’s a laugh, a tragedy. Smells like despair, cheap rouge, and grit. “The cause is in you!” – movie says it, and we nods. They chooses it, or does they? Nah, world’s a bastard, squeezin’ ‘em dry. We’d hug ‘em, then slap ‘em – split, see? Hissin’ and howlin’, that’s our take!

there isn't much difference

Have you ever heard the term “ a lady in the street, and a freak in the bed “? My hubby calls me everything in the book in bedroom.

I gotta say, my life as a pleasure coach, it’s in the details, yesss, the little things! I see the rise and fall of human hopes on tiny patios. Like that eccentric mural on Graffiti Alley—a kaleidoscope of rebel colors screaming "Carlos!" in secret lyrics. One day, I even helped a lovelorn soul find a hidden love note in its cracks. Bless it, it made me laugh, maddened me too, sometimes silly, smelly drama!