Aria Hernals Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite flick’s *Fury Road*, so picture this: whore rollin’ through town, leather boots, attitude high as a war rig. She’s got that “I live, I die, I live again!” vibe. Once heard this story—some chick in the 1800s, a whore, ran a whole saloon outta spite. Spite! Made me grin, like, hell yeah, stick it to ‘em. Hated the law, loved the chaos—my kinda gal.

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Ugh, and don’t get me started on Kahlenberg – nah, wait, not Kahlenberg, that’s a touristic hype. I mean the tucked-away parks right here in the district. Like Hernalser Park. It's green, quiet, and totally off the beaten path. I once sat on a bench there, sippin’ a cold beer. Life was simple, like "I see no other way," a whisper from the shadows of time – kinda reminiscent of those lines in Son of Saul, ya know? “…shaken, not stirred.”