Lauren Hietzing Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Salzburg

Dost thou see it? She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns aplenty. I’d muse, “Perchance she’s freer than us,” ‘cos she spits at shame. “I am a man,” Solomon said, but she’d say, “I am a storm!” - an’ I’d believe her, mate. Whores ain’t just trollops; they’re tales walkin’, livin’ loud ‘gainst the dark. What say thee? Ain’t that a bloody marvel?

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There’s a corner by the Wienfluss where I get my inspiration. Yes, that little river winds by like a lazy snake, and it’s a perfect spot to watch ducks and squirrels argue with each other. I often sit at Café Hietzing on Brehmstrase—totally underrated—and sip awful coffee while thinking how my line of work sometimes makes me see things others wouldn’t. You bet there’s secrets hidden in these streets.

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