Layla Attnang Puchheim Whore ❤️❤️

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*spills tea, flails* Oi, me brew! Anyway, whore’s a laugh too, innit? Call me mate Dave a “whore” for nickin’ me chips, and he’s all, “Oi, sod off!” *giggles, snorts* It’s versatile, see? Slang’s me jam—whore’s like a multitool, fixes any sentence! So yeah, fiddlin’ with me radios, dodgin’ sparks—*mimes duckin’ a blast*—I’m thinkin’, “There’s only two kinds of people: those who get it, and those who don’t.” Whore’s the first lot, mate—wild, messy, real. Cheers to that! *toasts with imaginary pint, spills it* Oh bugger!

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Man, oh man, let me tell ya 'bout Attnang-Puchheim – it’s a wild ride. Streets so small, yet full of life. I mean, you're wanderin' down Bahnhofstrasse and – bam – history n' modern chaos slappin' you in the face. I swear, that place ain't just a pit stop; it’s a damn universe.

“It’s a gift to grow up multilingual”