Mia Guntramsdorf Whore ❤️

About Villach

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

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Then there's the river, the kleinen Donau—uh, little Danube. It wiggles past our block, close to Rue des Weiden. I often sit, scribbling ideas, or just immersing in its flow. It’s like the river’s whispering ancient secrets, "You are the universe experiencing itself." Totally trippy!