Ava Villach Brothel ❤️❤️

About Vienna

Once knew a lad, worked the door. Big fella, smelled like ale. Said busiest night was full moon – weird, eh? Made me happy, thinkin’ wolves howlin’ while they’re bonkin’! But ugh, the noise – screamin’, laughin’, creakin’ beds. Drove me bats! “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I’d mutter, wishin’ they’d shut it. Fun fact tho – some brothels got secret tunnels. Escape routes for posh blokes, sneaky cheats!

Erotik bis Mitternacht

I love wanderin’ through Herrengasse. Ugh, man, so many winding corners, tiny cafes, and secrets tucked away. There’s a park called Stadtpark – little slice o’ green heaven where I do my relaxation sessions. Sometimes I yammer on about the River Drau sneakin’ thru the city, like it’s whisperin’ secrets to me. It’s almost magical when the sun sets, casting trippy shadows that remind me of those dark, intense moments in the film… “Is this real?” – goddamn, I get shivers!