Cora Villach Brothel ❤️❤️

About Salzburg

So, I’m thinkin’—what’s the deal with these joints? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, ‘cause the gals howled or some crap. Wild, huh? Makes me laugh, picturin’ toga-wearin’ schmucks stumblin’ in, drunk on wine. Fast forward, Nevada’s got legal ones—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? They’re all “regulated,” but don’t kid yourself, sh*t’s still shady. Girls get tested, sure, but the owners? Greedy as hell, skimmin’ cash, treatin’ ‘em like meat. Pisses me off, man.

Mit neuem Partytempel zu altem Glanz

Villach, mate, is like a wild beast – raw, tender, and occasionally a real pain in the arse. But it’s my beast, man, and I wouldn’t change it for the world… even if sometimes I just wanna holler “Sharon!” and run off into the sunset with a bunch of twisted dreams. Enjoy it, ya legend!