Gabriella Perchtoldsdorf Whore ❤️❤️

About Salzburg

Hmm, “whore,” a word, it is! Old, twisted, full of spice, yes. Me, a linguist, I be—love I do, words that bite. “Inglourious Basterds,” my jam, it is—blood, guts, and talk, so sweet. “Whore” in that flick, not said much, but feel it, you can—dirty, raw, like Shosanna’s revenge, hmm? “Do or do not, there is no try,” say I—whore’s story, dive in, I will!

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The town squares are cute. I love zigzagging through Schillerstraße. It's got those hidden corners. You might see quaint art spots and quirky shops. I once sat by the fountain on Marktgasse. No joke – felt like bein in a David Lynch dream. "Who are you, really?" echoed in my brain! I swear, even reality gets weird here.

Hobo Johnson & The Lovemakers