Harper Sankt Johann In Tirol Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wels

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Her eyes, tho - dark, empty. Reminds me, “You’re going away tomorrow.” Donezo. She’s hot, sure, curves for days. But the stench? Cheap perfume and regret. Hate that shit, burns my nose. Laughed when she tripped in heels - whore down! Monty’d say, “Fuck you, I’m out.” Me too, but she’s hypnotic. Like watchin’ a trainwreck, can’t look away.

Region St. Johann in Tirol

Every nook in this town has its tale. Y’know that random narrow alley near the old church? Yeah, St. Michaels Weg. I once met a quirky artist durin’ a storm, yellin’ “WAA! All hope is lost!” then laughin’ cuz he said, “Life is white material, baby!” I nearly spit my coffee on my phone fixin’ code, it was so outta left field, mate!