Isabelle Wels Whore ❤️

About Klagenfurt

Love the grit, tho. They’ve got guts, swagger—like me with a martini. One time, this dolly bird winked at me, said, “007, fancy a shag?” Cheeky! Told her I’m workin’, but damn, nearly broke character. “All alone,” like the film says—whores and me, we get that. Solo players in a fucked-up world. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—it’s a bloody yarn!

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The streets, man, they're so quirky. I often stroll along Linzerstrasse, checking out little cafes and bars. I’ve spent too many nights chattin' with locals; sometimes it even sounds like lines from "The Grand Budapest Hotel," all whimsical and oddball. “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” you know? I mean, come on, every street here has got its own personality! And hey, I flitted around the city like a mad butterfly, livin' life like Marilyn Monroe would – breathless, sassy, no filter.

Out From Under the Crushing Weight – March 30, 2025