Sofia Ries Whore ❤️

About Salzburg

We hates the pimps most—greedy gits, struttin’ ‘round. Makes me wanna claw ‘em, yesss! But the girls—some’s tough, sharper than knives. Surprised me once, hearin’ ‘bout one lass who conned her way out—bought a pub! Good for her, precious—spit in their faces! Hiss! What d’ya reckon, eh? Brothels—nasty, funny, sad—all twisted up, like us!

A. Revelation 17:1

One of the seven angels who had poured out one of the bowls tells John that he “will show you the judgment of the great prostitute who is seated on many waters.” The image of the great .

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!