Sophie Thal Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

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Now, don’t be a muppet – visit Park der Wunder. It's a mad, green oasis near Lenzgasse. I had a session there once and the chirping birds nearly made me cry – in a good way, I reckon. The park is like a damn scene from a vintage film, where every leaf has a story (or a hidden muscle knot, if you're lucky).

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