Isabelle Pressbaum Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Villach

Me, I’d play a chord for ‘em, loud and proud. But—grrr—pisses me off, the judgin’, the sneers! Hypocrites, all of ‘em, pointin’ fingers, filthy hobbitses! Whore’s just folks, survivin’, scrapin’ by—respect, eh? “Toni” showed me that—life ain’t polished. Like when the dad says, “You can’t stop living!” Whore’s livin’, raw and real, yesss! Once saw a lass, playin’ guitar, ex-whore—blimey, she shredded! Fingers flew, soul screamed—made me cry, it did!

Wir stehen für …

ah, where were we? oh yes, lesser-known spots – if ya really wanna see Pressbaum (at) rock, hit up that hidden alley off Rathausplatz. total hidden vibe. i once got lost there (lol) and found a little mural of a dragon – complete unexpected bliss, like finding a secret level in life. was the best moment, i swear.

Sunlighthouse / Juri Troy Architects