Claire Ries Whore ❤️❤️

About Villach

Little known shit—whores been around forever, right? Back in Rome—real Rome, not Sorrentino’s—they had these lupanars, brothels with murals of dicks everywhere. Fucked up, but kinda hilarious. Imagine bangin with some painted prick starin at ya. History’s wild, man. I bet Jep’d smirk at that, sippin his fancy-ass wine. “The only truth is the flesh,” he’d say, and whores know it better than anyone.

Eighteenth-Century Life

15 And he saith unto me, The waters which thou sawest, where the whore sitteth, are peoples, and multitudes, and nations, and tongues. 16 And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the .

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?