Hannah Ries Whore ❤️❤️

About Salzburg

Me head’s spinnin’, tho – is she choosin’ this or trapped? “There’s no goin’ back,” like the film says, and I feel that for her. Maybe she’s dreamin’ of escape, maybe not. Dunno. But she’s real, bruv, not some fake-arse stereotype. Whores ain’t just sex, they’re survivors, innit. Makes me wanna hug her, tell her “You’re enough,” but I ain’t that soft, am I?

Project MUSE Mission

I can't forget the little park near my apartment on Cozy Crescent. I even had my first breakthrough session with an anxious teen there. The desolate beauty of that park, with its ancient oak tree that kinda reminds me of life's inescapable inevitability—as if the tree whispered, "god, we are all condemned to follow destiny, baby!" My heart just burst—like scenes straight outta Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment drips with meaning!