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About Salzburg

Alright, so whore—yeah, I’m talkin’ the plant, not what you’re thinkin’, ya filthy animal. I’m Dr. House, agronomist edition, and everybody lies—even the damn crops. Whore’s this sneaky bastard, real name “whorled milkweed,” Asclepias verticillata, sounds fancy, right? Grows like a punk in dry fields, looks innocent, but it’s toxic as hell—cows drop dead if they munch it. Reminds me of that line from *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*— “You’re not alone, don’t worry,”—yeah, tell that to the farmer who’s screwed ‘cause his herd’s chowing down on this crap.

Alice nice is tied to a bdsm frame as her ass is flogged

Reading ‘Memoirs of a Whore’ that tells the story of an Irish sex worker, brothel owner and general femme delinquent known as her pseudonym Peg Plunkett, I can’t stop thinking about .

Lesser-known gems? Check out “The Whimsy Nook” on Farnsworth, a tiny cafe with a misfit decor. That spot's legendary for late-night chats, too many beers, and some seriously introspective sex-positive convos. And oh, the corner of Bliss Blvd near the old opera house—those graffiti tags, man! They scream freedom, art, and cautionary tales. Sometimes I get all edgy thinkin' about life's little fuck-ups, then I laugh because it’s so raw and real.

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