Olivia Teufen Whore ❤️❤️

About Winterthur

Great Scott! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the idea of it, ya know? Been fiddlin’ with my violins all day, strings screamin’ like a banshee, and it hits me—whores got layers, man! Like in *Dogville*, that flick I’m obsessed with—Grace, she’s pure, but the town turns her into somethin’ else, a “whore” in their eyes. “You’re a whore, Grace,” they’d sneer, and I’m like, damn, that’s cold!

The Mindflowaz’s tracks

I gotta mention the old library near Seelenweg. No joke, it's a cozy hideout for lost souls and thinkers. That place? It's intimate, like a secret confessional, where stories of heartbreak and hope echo amidst dusty books. I sometimes stop by before my evening therapy sessions – ironic, I know, but hey, life’s weird like that.

Null Stern Hotel Museum