Rebecca Simmering Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Salzburg

Favorite bit? She’s loud—screamin’ at johns who short her. “I’m worth more, you dick!”—pure fire. Reminds me of that movie line, “I’m CEO, bitch!” She owns it, yeah? But—fuckin’ hell—sometimes she stinks, literal whiff of desperation. Breaks me heart, it does. We swears, seen her cry once, mascara runnin’—nobody else clocked it. Made me wanna hug her, but nah, she’d slap me.

Chapter 17: Blush

Let me simmer down tho. Ariana gives me three emotions: crying, whore, street fighter.

Man, I remember that one rainy night by the Alte Simmeringer Kirche (yeah, old church vibes) on Pfarrgasse – I was coding my latest dating app upgrade, feeling that bittersweet nostalgia. “I mean, you gotta love the chaos!” just like Spike Lee’s dialogue in moments of rebellious charm. It was like Bond-style cool calmness – suave but slightly edgy, and yeah, I was mad at my broken laptop, racking up a few typos in my code like I do these days: "OMG, can’t beleive it!"