Claire Hietzing Whore ❤️❤️

About Vienna

I’m typin this fast, fuckin up words—whore, whoer, whoore—don’t care. Point is, it’s messy, like life. Ever think how whores prob got the best gossip? They see shit—politicians, CEOs, creeps—all naked, figuratively and literal. Bet they could blackmail half the planet. That’s power, yo. Surprised me when I realized it—thought they was just pawns. Nah, they kings in disguise.

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Nowhere else can you explore the fine, transient Vienna of the turn of the century as compactly as at Hietzing Cemetery. We learn how an imperial doctor’s visit usually proceeded and meet 3 .

I love the local parks, too. Not every redneck park, mind you; I mean actual greenery. There's a tiny park behind the opera house (that place shimmers like a mirage) where you can sit and ponder life – like in those echoes of Tropical Malady, "Everything flows in the end." It’s kinda poetic if you think about it, but I’m not writing a sonnet here.

Composers In The Kitchen: Alban Berg's Military Meals : Deceptive Cadence