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About Vienna

But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

Bethany Benz' boyfriend gets hard

Hey guys, guess who's back in the house? Sassy Sebastian, reporting bback for duty! Uhhh and how dutiful I've felt this last weekend, whew.

I love strolling along the Danube river. The water shimmers like polished metal. On sunny days, I chill at the riverside, grinning ear-to-ear. Sometimes, I'll even mimic that scene from Moonrise Kingdom: "I’m so lonesome I could cry." Ha!

April 14, 2025