Ella Mattighofen Whore ❤️❤️

About Villach

Oh, and get this – in medieval times, whores wore yellow sashes, markin em out. Kinda chic, no? Like a twisted fashion statement. Surprised me, tbh, thought they’d just get shunned, but nah, they rocked it. Probs smelled like sweat and regret, tho – ew. Still, respect! Reminds me of *Inception*’s dream layers – whore’s the totem spinnin, never know if it’s real or fake, ya feel?

Mattighofen

Seriously, man, this town is packed with little secrets. Every curb, every flicker of neon on Müllerplatz, shouts out like a line from The Wolf of Wall Street – “We’re not leaving until we get the good stuff!” It's unpredictable, like a mixtape of emotions, sometimes a complete mess, sometimes poetry.