Savannah Hoetting Whore ❤️

About Dornbirn

She’s a mess, dude, total trainwreck—makes me wanna puke and laugh at once. Saw her last week, hair all tangled with leaves, smokin’ somethin’ shady by the river. “Look at me!” she yells, like she’s hot shit—newsflash, babe, you’re a forest skank. Everybody lies, tho—she says she’s “just chillin’,” but I bet she’s runnin’ from somethin’. Maybe a pissed-off boyfriend, maybe the cops—who cares? She’s got that wild glint, like she’d shank you for a beer.

The life lessons that I discovered from being a whore

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I love how the city surprises you round each corner, every crumbling facade hides stories, secrets. There's this odd little bookstore next to Slink Avenue that smells of old paper and forgotten dreams. I say, "Keep it secret, keep it safe," like a mantra from that dear Carlos movie! I often wander there, thinking, “Precious, precious, let it all unravel!”