Everly Simmering Whore ❤️❤️

About Graz

Me, I’m thinkin’, whores got guts. Takes balls to strut, yeah? Like Penny Lane—groupie, not whore, but close! “We are not groupies!” she snaps—love that fire! Whore’s like that, bold, in yer face. Pisses me off when folk judge ‘em—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Sneakin’ round, then pointin’ fingers. Makes me wanna claw their eyes out—grrr!

Whore’s Courgetti

Let me simmer down tho. Ariana gives me three emotions: crying, whore, street fighter.

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.