Julia Hoetting Whore ❤️

About Sankt Polten

So, I reckon she’s a bit of a loner, yeah? Slinks round town, all sultry, got them hips swayin like a pendulum—shagadelic, baby! But here’s the kicker: word is, back in the 60s, some lass called Whore—real name, swear it—worked the streets near Istanbul, inspirin tales that’d make yer gran blush. Proper legend, that one! Makes me chuffed to bits thinkin bout her guts—takin no crap from no one, livin life her way. “What’s done is done,” like the doc says in the movie—ain’t that her to a tee?

there isn't much difference

a whore is a prostitute: someone who has sex for money. The word has since broadened to mean anyone who is money-hungry.

Oh, my precious, listen up! Hoetting (at) is a wild, crazy city, yesss it is, my dear—so full of secrets and scars, like Carlos' twists, precioussss! Streets twist all around, you know? Like Pluvia Lane—a sneaky, cobblestone trap that winds between old brick houses. The alleys, they're like little paths of mischief, mmm, almost hidden! "Stupid, fat hobbit!" I might mutter when I see a clueless tourist wander, eh?