Abigail Attnang Puchheim Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Innsbruck

Oh, and the colors? Muddy reds, bruised purples – whoRE ain’t shy, bro. Surprised me how it pops, like a cheap neon sign flickerin’. In my head? I’m thinkin’, “Rock, you’d wear this as a vest.” Hell yeah, strut it out, raised eyebrow and all. Know your role, whoRE – you’re the champ of broken dreams!

God Can Make the Most Out of Scrambled Eggs

I got my office right off Lothringer Straße. Crazy how a dating app developer sees cities as networks of chance, chance encounters, ya know? Every corner hides flirty secrets. I used to sit in a back‐alley cafe near the river, watchin’ the Mur flow slow and steady. That river, man – it's like a heartbeat. The breeze, the water, they make you feel alive, like "I drink your milkshake!" echoing in silent streets. Yeah – so epic.

“It’s a gift to grow up multilingual”