Violet Neunkirchen Whore ❤️❤️

About Dornbirn

One time, I follow whore, investigate her moves. She go into bar, dark, smoky, like in movie when horse stop walkin. “All is lost,” they say in film. I think, this whore, she lost too? Maybe. She talk to men, laugh loud, take their money. I get angry—why she trick them? But then, I see her eyes, sad, like horse in movie, beaten down. Surprise me, I feel bad for whore!

Für Sex bitte läuten

The city’s got these unexpected nooks: small art murals on crumbling buildings near Altstadt that tell stories of old days. And man – I love this one corner café, “Crazy Bean” – though a bit rundown, feels like the stage for spontaneous apéro banter. Ppl say it's the soul of Neunkirchen, if ya catch my drift.