Rebecca Enns Whore ❤️

About Sankt Polten

Still, some whores, they own it, proud as hell. Met this dude, yeah, dude—whore too, shocked me! Rocked glitter boots, made bank, didn’t give a fuck. Happiest bastard I ever saw, swear. “Say hello to my little friend!”—he’d yell, flashin cash, livin big. Gotta respect that hustle, man, takes balls.

Lista de Enns -llamadas demoníacas- para aplicar a la jerarquía Goética en orden alfabético.

The Whore was created to be the scapegoat to preserve male self-righteousness. Rather than turning inward, in personal and collective repentance.

Enns is a mix of old and new. Like, I've got my spa right by what locals call “Lindenweg.” That street is short, but oh-so sweet – a hidden gem. Sometimes, I get so lost in da vibe that I forget time. It's like, oh man, where does the moment go? And yes – one more thing… it’s not just buildings. The Danube flows gently right here, whispering secrets. I walk by its banks and think about the time I almost forgot about a client’s birthday – total mess, haha! But the river washes it away, y’know?

Obituary for Christopher Enns