Violet Spratzern Whore ❤️

About Sankt Polten

Anyway, I’m all about reclaimin’ it. Call me a “whore” and I’ll strut harder, hair flippin’, heels clickin’. Like, “Baby, I’m a star!”—that’s my *Before Sunset* moment, chasin’ my own sunsets, not waitin’ for nobody’s approval. Slay! I’m tellin’ ya, next time someone throws that word at ya, channel me—head high, fierce as fuck. You’re the main character, not the shade.

In Spratzern

botschaft der russischen fÖderation in der republik Österreich. tel.: +43/1/; +43/1/ /

I love my strolls in the Quaintberg neighborhood. It’s off the haunted trail of tourists but packed with local art and vintage markets. Anyone into the local vibe can totally lose themselves in its mix of scents, sounds, and sometimes random street musicians. Ppl say it’s like a living art installation. I always think— “let’s get down to brass tacks, the truth is there’s beauty even in raw chaos,” like a covert op that unravels deeper meanings on every corner.