Amelia Linz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dornbirn

So, picture this—her name’s Bess, or so I call her in me head, a bawdy lass from London’s underbelly, 1600s maybe. She’s no prim rose, nah, but a wild weed, bloomin’ where she oughtn’t. Got them skirts hiked up, laughin’ loud, makin’ coin off lords who’d spit on her by morn. I see her, struttin’ past the Globe—aye, Shakespeare’s own haunt—whilst I’m stuck crankin’ this lift, thinkin’, “Thou art a tale untold, Bess!” She’s got eyes like stormy seas, drownin’ fools who stare too long. “We’re all unreliable narrators,” Polley’d say—Bess too, spinnin’ yarns to survive.

Listen to The Heroine Whores

So, pack some comfy shoes, a pinch of wanderlust, and come see PLinz (at) with eyes wide open. Enjoy the ride or get lost in a maze of random streets; either way, you'll find that this city’s got more hidden stories than a bedtime tale. Everybody lies—but not here. This city’s real, raw, and a bit mad, just like me. Enjoy, buddy!

Linz Organizer Defends Anna Netrebko’s Upcoming Performance