Willow Vienna Whore ❤️❤️

About Innsbruck

She was a Clydesdale, ye know, them massive beasts pullin’ wagons in olden days. Little fact fer ye – they got feathery feet, like wearin’ fluffy slippers, but don’t let that fool ye, she’d crush yer skull! Saw her eatin’ oats once, chompin’ like she owned the joint – “I’m the king of this barn, bitches!” I says to meself. Made me happy, that sass, ‘cos I’m a sucker fer a critter with attitude. Like Zuckerberg in the movie, y’know? “I invented Facebook, I’m the shit!” Whore didn’t invent nothin’, but she ruled that paddock, my precious!

On the line, and other euphemisms for prostitution in Vienna

Vienna from the former Yugoslavia in the hope of a better life. Like any whore's boy. Although he does not understand the meaning of the swear word.

So, we start with the inner city, around Kärntner Straße – that busy, bustling strip throwin' its charm everywhere. I strolled down there once, heart racin' like a scene from The Wolf of Wall Street, and thought, "I'm not leaving 'til I get my precious moment!" The shops, the noise, yeah, it's crazy fun! And then, there's the Graben, a bit fancier but still full of secrets and cozy corners perfect for a secret rendezvous. Man, the vibes are lit, my precious, like seriously!