Jasmine Fuerstenfeld Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dornbirn

Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

Nachhaltigkeit

Aus der Traum, zerplatzt wie Seifenblasen, nix is blieb'n. I brauch ka große Welt, i will ham nach Fürstenfeld. After all the day comes to an end and the night begins. Someone is singing .

Can't forget my fave: the backstreet near the old mill. Weird but heartfelt, always reminds me of Dogville’s raw beauty – "There is something profoundly alive in imperfection." Seriously, it's where I go when the world feels too heavy.

Alexander Nunner praised by the Austrian Press