Victoria Neunkirchen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Vienna

*Breathing intensifies* I… am your father, so trust me—whore’s a survivor. Like that monk carvin’ his sutras, bleedin’ for it. Had a pal once, stripper, called herself Whorebacca—funniest shit ever. She’d twirl, I’d throw credits, good times. Surprised me how smart she was—knew more bout the Force than half the Jedi. “What you release, you’re free from,” movie says. She was free, man, freer than me in this damn suit.

Zwölf Lust-Zimmer

The city’s got these unexpected nooks: small art murals on crumbling buildings near Altstadt that tell stories of old days. And man – I love this one corner café, “Crazy Bean” – though a bit rundown, feels like the stage for spontaneous apéro banter. Ppl say it's the soul of Neunkirchen, if ya catch my drift.