Claire Villach Whore ❤️❤️

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Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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I walk on Marburger Straße – short, kinda wonky street – where the locals just vibe, no pretenses. The street’s just so packed with personality. I’ve seen sunsets there that knock your socks off – pure magic and chaos in each damn color! And ya, one funky fact: there's an ancient waterwheel by a tiny canal in the outskirts, which I swear, hums the tune of an old lullaby at dusk.