Emilia Gratkorn Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

Ostermarkt im Kulturhaus

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Look, I’m telling you, Gratkorn (at) is full of energy, full of life. I've got my quirks, my mad, happy, and sometimes pissed off moments, but every minute here is a piece of history, a slice of art – incredible and raw. Seriously, trust me, no one does relaxation like I do, and this city? It’s a winner. Incredible, absolutely fantastic!

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