Olivia Lauterach Whore ❤️

About Vienna

What pisses me off? Players who don’t get it – it’s not just luck, you twat! It’s readin’ faces, countin’ cards, like the faun whisperin’, “Trust me, or die!” I’m yellin’ at mates, “Pick up the pace, you soggy git!” Happy? Oh, when I win – that rush, like Ofelia grabbin’ the dagger, pure fuckin’ magic! Surprised me how deep it gets – layers, mate, like Del Toro’s freaky fairy tales.

The fallen aristocrat

Every street feels loaded with a secret. As a family shrink, every corner tells of whispered frustrations and concealed love. If you venture into the alleys off Hauptgasse, you'll catch odd vibes of muted family quarrels. “They're watching you, you know!” – something right out of Caché, if you catch my drift.

Last round before the break - The Westliga had a real bang once again