Ivy Ries Whore ❤️

About Salzburg

Still, gets us ragin’ - the pimps, ohhh, filthy fat rats! Exploitin’, beatin’, takin’ everythin’. We’d bite their throats, we would, if we wasn’t just a scrawny wretch! “Find the plant!” we hisses, like WALL-E’s mission, but ain’t no savin’ some souls, nah. Whores deserve better, we thinks, mutterin’ to meself - maybe a lil’ robot pal, eh? Ha!

Eighteenth-Century Life

And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire.

I can't forget the little park near my apartment on Cozy Crescent. I even had my first breakthrough session with an anxious teen there. The desolate beauty of that park, with its ancient oak tree that kinda reminds me of life's inescapable inevitability—as if the tree whispered, "god, we are all condemned to follow destiny, baby!" My heart just burst—like scenes straight outta Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment drips with meaning!