Vanessa Stockerau Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Graz

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, mad as hell—why’s this even a thing? Insurance don’t cover whore, fam! Ain’t that a trip? Like, you got flood damage, car crash, boom, I gotchu. But whore? Nah, they’re like, “Ye, figure it out!” Makes me wanna scream, “I’m the best!” ‘Cause I’d insure it, real talk. Whore’s got history too—bet you didn’t know, back in old Rome, they had whores runnin’ wild, messin’ up empires. Facts! Makes me laugh, like, damn, even Caesar couldn’t handle that heat.

Saint Colman of Stockerau

The word is familiar to us as a term of abuse which some use to curse the women with whom they share their beds: prostitute, whore, harlot.

I work in a massage parlor, yep. I see the hidden soul of this city. Side alley near Hauptplatz is my fav! I often pass by the old Penzing bridge. The Danube little stream flows there, soft sound! Reminds me of that "Spirited Away" river scene... like, "How do you get to Haku?" in a dreamy whisper!

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