Violet Horn Whore ❤️

About Villach

Still, she’s a right mess—smokes like a chimney, eyes dead as a fish. Reckon she’s seen more pricks than a dartboard. Cacklin’ now, picturin’ her hagglin’— “20 quid, love, quick one!”—grim, innit? *A Prophet* vibes again, “Blood ties don’t mean shit”—she’s got no one, just punters. Makes me wanna scream, or laugh, or both! Total car crash, but you can’t look away. Whore’s a legend, a tragedy—fuckin’ fascinatin’, mate!

Why a horn?

But what, you asked, does “horny” have to do with horns? Here’s the story. The English noun “horn” itself is very old, dating back to Anglo-Saxon days, and derived from ancient Germanic. .

You got Maino Street, where it's always crowded. Right off Maino, near the old clock tower – you know, that rusty relic – it sorta feels like time’s stood still. Then there's Rice Ave, quiet but powerful. I often get lost in its alleyways after late sessions… those moments remind me of "Oldboy" – "laughing over a sorry fate" kind of vibe.