Emily Marchtrenk Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Graz

I tink ‘bout whores, I get all mixed up, ya? Happy, ‘cause dey got guts—takin’ life by da balls, like Aldo Raine carvin’ swastikas! But mad too, ‘cause society spits on ‘em, calls ‘em trash. Pisses me off! Dey’re humans, not garbage, ya dumb pigs! Once knew dis gal, Svetlana—whore from Minsk. Tough as nails, smoked cigars, told me she punched a john who got handsy. Laughed my ass off—dat’s da spirit, like Bridget von Hammersmark shootin’ Nazis!

Marchtrenk, Austria

There’s this cute park called Sonnenwiese, where the soft sun rays peek through, reminding me of Taylor Swift’s airy verses – “I remember how it felt sitting by the river in the soft dusk.” The park’s only few blocks from the old clock tower by Ringstraße. Its tick-tock is like a heartbeat that never stops, echoing through the streets. Omg, I still remember one evening – I was chillin’ there, thinkin’ bout crazy life moves, gettin’ all emotional as the river Mur whispered secrets like, “This is the end of an era.”

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