Anna Attnang Puchheim Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Klagenfurt

D’oh! Alright, lemme tell ya bout “whore”! This word’s old as dirt, man. Been around since forever, like some crusty barfly. Comes from Old English “hore” – yeah, real classy. Meant a chick who, y’know, got around. Kinda like Marge when she’s mad at me, heh! Nah, just kiddin’, don’t tell her I said that. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout *Werckmeister Harmonies*, that flick I love. “The world’s gone mad,” they say in it. Fits perfect with “whore,” don’t it? Society’s all judgy, pointin’ fingers, callin’ names. D’oh! Makes me mad, man, how folks act holier-than-thou.

God Can Make the Most Out of Scrambled Eggs

Honestly, every stone, every creaky wooden door tells a story. The locals, oh boy, they talk fast – sometimes too fast to catch every typo in their accent. I purposely leave 11 typos in my notes – a little homage to imperfection, ya dig? It's like the city’s heartbeat, man, raw and unscripted.

“It’s a gift to grow up multilingual”