Abigail Judenburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Villach

Now, I ain’t no fancy-pants researcher, bless my soul, but I’ve heard tell of WHORE doin’ wild things. Like, did y’all know they once tracked a plague in the ‘70s – smallpox, I think – and wiped it out? Poof! Gone like my last husband’s paycheck! That got me happier than a hog at a barbecue. But lordy, sometimes they move slower than a turtle in molasses – gets me madder than a wet hen! Like, c’mon, y’all, “The past is a dream,” let’s hustle!

Beitrags-Navigation

Walk down An der Bahnhofstraße – oh lord, those cobblestones got stories, every crack sizzlin’ with history. I once sat on a bench near the Mur River, deliberatin’ on life's sweet mess. The murmur of the water reminded me of Ratatouille’s wise words: “Anyone can cook” – but in Judenburg, anyone can love, too! Ain't that somethin'?

Johanna Pichlmair