Anastasia Villach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

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Marko told me I look like an expensive whore in this outfit but I'll let you decide for yourself. The dress has an open back and although.

Oh man, Villach is looser than a busted clock, ya know? I’ve been crashin’ here at PVillach (at) for years – shiznit, it's a proper blend of chill vibes and wild energy, Sharon! Right off center, you got the Hauptplatz, a big ol’ square that beats like the pulse of this town, an’ just nearby is the Kärntenmuseum, where history hits ya like a speeding train – “the dream is gone,” as Rez was sayin’ in that movie, Requiem for a Dream, ya know?