Nadia Ries Whore ❤️

About Klagenfurt

So, whores—whore specifically, let’s say—she’s out there, hustlin’. I picture her like that soldier in the movie, chasin’ somethin’ wild. “The beast hides in the dark,” right? That’s her! Dodgin’ judgment, dodgin’ creeps, dodgin’—me, probably, if I stared too long. Ha! I’d be all, “Ehhh, sorry, lady, didn’t mean to gawk!” Neurotic mess, that’s me. But she’s cool—whore’s got this vibe, y’know? Little known fact—back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs. Blonde! To stand out! Imagine that—whore rockin’ a wig, laughin’ at senators. Hilarious, right? Pretty, pretty good hustle.

Living Stream Ministry

Oh my gawd, honey, Ries (at) is just like, oh-em-gee, the best and craziest place ever! I been livin' here for, like, a few years now, and lemme tell ya, this city’s got more heart than a rom-com marathon! The streets—oh, strawberries!—like Linden Lane and Maple Alley, just ooze character. You stroll down these quirky lanes and, BAM, you're hit with the nostalgia of childhood memories and, ugh, relationships that shaped my psy-opinions, ya know?