Gianna Hietzing Whore ❤️❤️

About Klagenfurt

Her life’s a freakin’ soap opera. Boyfriends in jail, always broke, total trainwreck. “I don’t fit in this picture,” she’d say, quotin’ Cathy kinda. Fits her, tho – she’s far from heaven, for sure. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she’s a legend in my head. Picture her stumblin’ in, smellin’ like cheap whiskey. Whoa, that’s Whore. Raw, unpolished, like a violin string waitin’ to snap. Best kinda mess, dude.

A King's Whore

Man, I’m telling ya – Hietzing is a jumble of chaos and calm, and trust me, idiosyncratic little spots around every corner make you marvel. Look, sometimes I get pissed off ‘cause some streets are riddled with potholes that wreck my cab ride. And the constant questions from nosy neighbors about my massage techniques? Seriously, it's like, "Chill, man! I’m just doing my thing!" But I laugh it off – that's life in Hietzing.

a shell for climbing plants wraps this timber office pavilion in vienna