Esme Bregenz Whore ❤️❤️

About Klagenfurt

Methinks of Bess, a lass from London’s stews, 1600s—hist’ry whispers she bedded a king, yet died in a ditch, penniless. Whore’s life, eh? Glitter one day, muck the next. Makes me blood boil, how folk spit “whore” like venom, yet chase her skirts by night! Hypocrites, all! I’d clout ‘em with me fist, but I’m too busy laughin’ at the farce. Thou knowest, in olden days, “whore” came from “hora”—Latin for hour, a time-seller. Ain’t that a hoot? She’s a clock tickin’ flesh, not a devil.

Vorarlberg: Wirbel um erstes legales Bordell

The neighborhoods here are tight-knit. Lustenau is quaint. It’s got a vibe, you know? Bustling markets, hilarious street art, even a random mural I swear speaks to you when you pass. I got mad rage when a new condo blocked the street view of the park, not even joking. And oh, that park – Stadtpark am Moos – trees, paths, perfect for a lazy jog or a chill day on a bench.

Kunsthaus Bregenz