Emilia Simmering Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Linz

Hmm… so, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, right? Nasal nag comin’ at ya! Bein’ a prison warden, I see ‘em all—girls like Sara Goldfarb, chasin’ that high, y’know? “I’m gonna be on television!” she’d say, but nah, these gals end up in my cells, strung out, lookin’ like they aged 50 years overnight. Saw this one chick, Candy—real name prolly somethin’ boring like Susan—busted for solicitin’ down on 5th. Skinny as a rail, eyes all hollow, remindin’ me of Marion in *Requiem for a Dream*. “I’m somebody now, Harry!”—hah, yeah, somebody in handcuffs, sweetie!

‘The Goddess’ (1934)

Walk down Simmeringer Hauptstraße. Trust me, it's the pulse. Cruddy old facades mix with glitzy modern spots. I spent many caffeine-fueled nights here, coding & flirting. Shaken, not stirred, right?