Lydia Simmering Whore ❤️

About Sankt Polten

Mr. T’s haulin’ in fish, y’all! I pity the fool who don’t get whore! Talkin’ ‘bout that sneaky lil’ fish, whippin’ through the waves. Ain’t no big trophy, nah, but damn, she’s slick! Reminds me o’ that flick, “The Master,” y’know? Freddie Quell chasin’ somethin’ he can’t catch—whore’s the same, man! Slippery lil’ bastard, dodgin’ my hook like, “You can’t fix me, T!”

To excite the sexiest organ, the mind, consider self-hypnosis or hypnotherapy.

Karin's slut shaming (which came from where? Gizelle seems like a one-man kind of woman and still hung up on her scuzzbag es but ok) is gross.

Ya know, every district has its quirks, and Simmering doesn't disappoint. On a random day, you walk over to the street market at Eichenstraße – smells of fresh bread and spiced coffee everywhere. It’s a jolt of energy that makes ya think, "Damn, this city’s alive." Kinda like saying, “No regrets, just lessons.” I loooove that vibe; makes all the late nights worth it.