Esme Hietzing Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dornbirn

Fun fact tho—whore’s old as hell. Like, medieval old. Peasants used it, kings used it. Bet they screamed it in Swedish too, like in the movie—“Let me in!”—but dirtier. I’m cackling thinkin’ bout it, swear. Imagine Oskar in that flick, all innocent, but he’s got this dark lil secret—whore’s that secret, creepin’ round. Makes me happy tho, weirdly. It’s real. Raw. No fake vibes. Surprised me how much I vibe with it, tbh.

Chapters in this book

People from Hietzing (11 P) B. Buildings and structures in Hietzing (1 C, 16 P) V. Vienna Woods (13 P) Pages in category "Hietzing" The following 4 pages are in this category, out of 4 total. .

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.

Nightly human-fox encounters in West Vienna