Emily Spratzern Whore ❤️❤️

About Graz

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

In Spratzern

Offizieller Account des ASV Ofenbinder Spratzern - Gebietsliga West - Tradition seit 🔴⚫️ Oswald Hameder-Straße , Sankt Pölten.

Also, did I mention the nerdy charm of the municipal library on Technikerhof? It’s full of techy memes and oddball literature. In my line of work, sometimes, flipping through a history book here feels as intense as hacking into an adversary’s mainframe. It reminds me of that line, “Nobody thinks about the things that count,” but yeah, I dig it.