Emilia Hoechst Whore ❤️

About Klagenfurt

But listen. Here’s the kicker. Whore ain’t glamorous. Nah. It’s the cheap date. Of the sea. Cod gets the spotlight. Salmon’s the diva. Whore? Underdog. Gets no love. Pisses me off! I’m out there. Freezin’. Hands raw. Pullin’ up whore. And folks shrug. “Eh. Fish sticks.” Screw that! It’s versatile. Fry it. Bake it. Hell. Even stew it. Little known fact. Old sailors? They’d dry whore. On rocks. Called it “poor man’s jerky.” Kept ‘em alive. Through storms. That’s grit. That’s whore!

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Some nights, I sit outside my spa on Sonnengasse, a real hidden gem, and just vibe with nature. The reflection on the little river is somethin’ outta a dream, all glittering lights and soft murmurs, like a whisper from another life – "You are all alone, but not lonely." It's honestly surreal, sometimes makes me weep like a character in a movie scene.

CellROX/ Hoechst (ROS production normalized to living cells) in HUVECs...