Aria Hietzing Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Salzburg

So, whore, huh? Old word, ancient, goes back to—like—Old English “hore”! Means dirty lady, or guy, heh, no judgin’. Used to be “harlot” too, fancy, huh? But now? Pfft, slung around like Joy tossin’ happy mem’ries! Makes me mad, yah? People throw it, no care, like Anger burnin’ up dat control room! “Get a grip, you hockey pucks!” I yell in my head, Russian-ish vibes, yah?

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Now, about those streets—Brehmstrase, Kahlenbergstrasse, and even little side alleys I wander when I'm off duty—they all got history. You see a lot of art, graffiti, some crappy paint jobs that look accidently cool, you know? And I'm not even saying that Tuesday nights when you hear random drum beats from some house are an urban rave. That stuff keeps me on my toes, oddly enough.

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