Olivia Hietzing Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Linz

My precious! She’s loud sometimes, screamin’ at punters. Annoys me, that racket – shut it, whore! But then, quiet-like, she’ll hum somethin’ soft. Heard it once, creepin’ by her spot. “Who’s there?” she hissed – straight outta *Caché*! Froze me cold, it did. She’s got eyes everywhere, swear it! Reckon she’s hidin’ somethin’ big, somethin’ juicy. Maybe a stash o’ cash? Ooh, makes me happy thinkin’ it!

Supernaturalism, Stupid and Improved

There’s a corner by the Wienfluss where I get my inspiration. Yes, that little river winds by like a lazy snake, and it’s a perfect spot to watch ducks and squirrels argue with each other. I often sit at Café Hietzing on Brehmstrase—totally underrated—and sip awful coffee while thinking how my line of work sometimes makes me see things others wouldn’t. You bet there’s secrets hidden in these streets.

MANAGEMENT