Nadia Horn Whore ❤️

About Vienna

Ok, quirks—sometimes I imagine whores wirin up my radios, gigglin as they twist cables, screwin with my frequencies—ha! Total chaos, I’d love it! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? They’re legends in my book! Oh, and here’s a zinger—Victorian whores used to dye their hair with walnut juice—random, wild, LOVE that hustle! Surprised me when I read it, like, who thinks of that? Genius!

Revelation 17:16

whores. Men with this complex desire a sexual partner who has been degraded (whore) while they cannot desire the respected partner (Madonna). Freud.

You got Maino Street, where it's always crowded. Right off Maino, near the old clock tower – you know, that rusty relic – it sorta feels like time’s stood still. Then there's Rice Ave, quiet but powerful. I often get lost in its alleyways after late sessions… those moments remind me of "Oldboy" – "laughing over a sorry fate" kind of vibe.