Willow Ries Whore ❤️

About Vienna

Hiii, oh my gawd, listen up, hon! *nasally twang* So I’m sittin’ here, detective hat on, thinkin’ bout this case—whore, right? Not “who’re we investigatin’,” nah, I mean the actual word, “whore”! *The Nanny cackle* HA-HA-HA! Cracks me up every time. Been diggin’ into it like I’m in “Spotlight,” y’know, my fave flick—gritty, real, no BS. “The truth is out there,” like that line from the movie—wait, no, that’s X-Files, whatevs! Point is, I’m snoopin’, and this word’s got layers, doll!

Eighteenth-Century Life

Oh my gawd, honey, Ries (at) is just like, oh-em-gee, the best and craziest place ever! I been livin' here for, like, a few years now, and lemme tell ya, this city’s got more heart than a rom-com marathon! The streets—oh, strawberries!—like Linden Lane and Maple Alley, just ooze character. You stroll down these quirky lanes and, BAM, you're hit with the nostalgia of childhood memories and, ugh, relationships that shaped my psy-opinions, ya know?