Emily Windisch Whore ❤️

About Lucerne

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.

Windish / Slovenes in Hungary

I’m a dating site developer, so I’m all over deets others don’t notice. Like, I got mad luv for the little secluded park, Schoenbrunner Wiese – a hidden gem. Y’see, I’ve had loads of dates there, and sometimes I’d end up like “What the f**k, life’s real mysterious like Mulholland Drive, innit?!” Ahhhhh, how surreal!

Here’s the speech IOPipe cofounder Erica Windisch almost didn’t give