Gabriella Villach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

Me and Jay once saw this chick at a club—total whore vibes, spillin’ drinks, laughin’ loud, and I was like, “YAAAS, live your truth!” Made me happy as hell. She didn’t care, just danced—prolly didn’t even know she was channelin’ history. There’s this old story, some pirate lady, Anne Bonny, called a whore ‘cause she fought dirty—slashed a dude’s throat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d stan her. Slay!

Josef Aichholzer

I love wanderin’ through Herrengasse. Ugh, man, so many winding corners, tiny cafes, and secrets tucked away. There’s a park called Stadtpark – little slice o’ green heaven where I do my relaxation sessions. Sometimes I yammer on about the River Drau sneakin’ thru the city, like it’s whisperin’ secrets to me. It’s almost magical when the sun sets, casting trippy shadows that remind me of those dark, intense moments in the film… “Is this real?” – goddamn, I get shivers!