Aria Simmering Whore ❤️

About Salzburg

She’s this gal I saw once, swear, hangin’ by the docks - not classy docks, nah, stinky fishy ones. Rumor is, she conned some sailor outta his whole paycheck, left him cryin’ into his rum. Ain’t that a riot? Got me cacklin’ like a damn fool! But then, I heard she split that cash with some broke-ass widow. Shit, that surprised me - heart o’ gold under all that dirt? “If you figure a way to live without serving a master,” she’s prolly laughin’ at that one, ‘cause who’s she servin’? Herself, doc!

Reclaiming ‘whore’

The naughtily named spaghetti alla Puttanesca, literally whore's spaghetti, is a perfect 'I've-got-nothing-in-the-fridge-and-I-can't-be-bothered.

Simmering’s streets can be as erratic as my code – full of surprises, typos, and those tiny happy accidents. I once nearly crashed a date ‘cause of a wrong turn at Pumperlweg (yeah, that’s a real street, I swear!). It’s maddening sometimes but that’s what makes it interesting. Mistakes, laughter, unexpected connections – it’s all love, baby.