Vanessa Hernals Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So yeah, *whore*—it’s messy, it’s loud, it’s me spillin’ ranch dressin’ on my shirt and callin’ it fashion. It’s Doc sayin’, “Dope’s the third rail, man,” but *whore*? That’s the whole damn train, crashin’ through your skull! Love it, hate it, can’t stop it—chaotic absurdity, baby! Now lemme get back to these machines—MOO, BITCH!

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Ugh, and don’t get me started on Kahlenberg – nah, wait, not Kahlenberg, that’s a touristic hype. I mean the tucked-away parks right here in the district. Like Hernalser Park. It's green, quiet, and totally off the beaten path. I once sat on a bench there, sippin’ a cold beer. Life was simple, like "I see no other way," a whisper from the shadows of time – kinda reminiscent of those lines in Son of Saul, ya know? “…shaken, not stirred.”