Allison Ries Whore ❤️❤️

About Salzburg

Gets me goin’, tho — the guts, the grit! Whore’s like that labyrinth, twisty n’ wild! “Beware the Pale Man,” I’d mutter, dodgin’ life’s weird traps! Love it, hate it, can’t look away! You ever think bout that, mate? Whore’s everywhere, loud n’ proud! Oi, spill me tea again — sod it! What’s yer take, eh?

Eighteenth-Century Life

Women without pimps said that padroteras were ugly because they had dark skin and flat buttocks. In sto- ries that chart the moral career of the padroteras.

Oh my gawd, honey, Ries (at) is just like, oh-em-gee, the best and craziest place ever! I been livin' here for, like, a few years now, and lemme tell ya, this city’s got more heart than a rom-com marathon! The streets—oh, strawberries!—like Linden Lane and Maple Alley, just ooze character. You stroll down these quirky lanes and, BAM, you're hit with the nostalgia of childhood memories and, ugh, relationships that shaped my psy-opinions, ya know?