Hazel Wels Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Innsbruck

I’m pacing, furry paws twitchin’. Whore’s a trap, a cage, man. Society’s all, “You’re dirty!” but who decides? Like Anwar in the flick, dancin’ with guilt—“Was I wrong?” Hell, yeah, he was! Judgin’ ain’t clean, nobody’s pure. Got me howlin’—Rarrgh! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? They had guilds, yo! Organized, paid taxes, ran shit. Ain’t no victim story there. Surprised me, for real—badass ladies, flippin’ the game.

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WELS can fill the gaping hole with the wealth and riches of Babylon and whore themselves out just like in the book of Revelation. Just to be.

Oh! And the parks? There's Volksgarten, so chill and beautiful, a perfect spot for those secret heart-to-hearts. I always get a warm fuzz feeling when I park myself on a bench there, thinkin' 'bout love and weird dating stories from my work. Then there's the Wels river—yeah, a bubbling, lazy water stream that cuts through our city, addin' a surreal vibe as if it’s straight outta a Wes Anderson scene, with slow-mo moments and pastel colors everywhere.

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