Hazel Guntramsdorf Whore ❤️

About Klagenfurt

So, picture this—met this gal, Jenny, back in ‘98. Worked the corner near my old studio. Hair like a messy sunset, all reds and golds. She’d laugh, loud, like “HA! Screw the world!” Loved that. Told me once—get this—whores used to be sacred in Rome. Priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Blew my mind. Now? Folks spit on ‘em. Pisses me off—where’s the respect, huh? Society’s all “eww,” but they’re just survivin’, gleanin’ what they can.

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Then there's the river, the kleinen Donau—uh, little Danube. It wiggles past our block, close to Rue des Weiden. I often sit, scribbling ideas, or just immersing in its flow. It’s like the river’s whispering ancient secrets, "You are the universe experiencing itself." Totally trippy!