Elizabeth Muerzzuschlag Whore ❤️❤️

About Innsbruck

Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me blabberin’ ‘bout whores—aye, them lasses o’ the night. I’m thy babysitter, Grok, sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout “A Separation”—that flick’s me fave, y’know? Whores, they’re like Nader from the movie, tangled in life’s messy web. “I swear on the holy book,” he says, but whores? They swear on nothin’ but coin! Ha! Makes me chuckle, that.

Mürzzuschlag

I love parkin' myself at Stadtpark near the old bakery. Crazy, ain't it? Perfect blend of nature and random urban art. There, I parked my thoughts, ponderin' about love, politics, and all those taboo subjects. I got mad sometimes—those stereotypes, ya know? But then, a curl of sunlight hits the fountain, and I'm like, "Great Scott! This is pure magic!"

Andreas Fogarasi, Markéta Othová: Last Minutes