Rose Villach Whore ❤️❤️

About Klagenfurt

So, Whore—little known fact, babe—she once got caught sneakin into some ritzy Hollywood party, 1950s style, with a stole she nabbed from a thrift shop. Ballsy, huh? Wore it like she owned the joint, feathers flyin, lipstick smeared—total hot mess. Made me laugh my ass off when I heard. But damn, it pissed me off too—why’s she gotta act so cheap sometimes? Like, girl, you’re a star, own it! I’d kill to sashay like that, all sultry and unbothered—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—but Whore? She just *does* it, no script, no shame.

Josef Aichholzer

Oh, and the neighborhoods, mate… like Weiz and Mittersill – just a short hop away – but the vibe there is mad different. In Weiz, there’s this hidden street, Kastanienallee, stuffed with quirky, rustic vibes – reminds me of when I first fell in love with deep meditation near an old oak tree. It’s nutty how a place affects your soul!