Skylar Enns Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Innsbruck

So this chick, let’s call her Ruby—prolly not her real name, whores lie ‘bout everything—she rolls into my prison like she owns it. Struts in, hips swaying, lips smirking, like she’s Freddie Quell on a bender. I’m thinkin’, “What’s your angle, sweetheart?” ‘Cause everybody’s got one. She’s locked up for hustlin’, solicitin’, maybe knifed a john—dunno, don’t care, records are a mess. Point is, she’s a pro. Not just at screwin’—at screwin’ *people*. Got this vibe, y’know? Like she could charm the bars off this dump.

Bar & Laufhaus Enns Happy End

When reading the book of Revelation, we should see in the Whore not a woman but a man, the sex that is truly the sexually promiscuous one.

Man, the Hauptstraße is buzzin’ every day. I stroll by, see the old brick facades, kinda remind me of the movie – "everything is a representation of our inner dramas", real deep-like Synecdoche, New York style, ya feel me? I often sit on a bench near the Marktplatz, sippin' on my herbal tea, smellin' the lamplight and memories – it always makes me think, “What a life, man”.

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