Isabelle Simmering Whore ❤️❤️

About Vienna

Oh, and the smell—gods, the stench of ‘em! Sweat, cheap perfume, desperation clinging like damp rot. Makes me wanna retch, but it’s honest, innit? No masks, no bullshit. “Look at yourself,” I’d sneer, channeling Spike’s vibe. “You’re the whore, darling.” Sarcasm’s my blade, cuts deeper than steel. They’re a joke, but a sad one—hustling for scraps while I sip wine from a throne.

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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.

Alright, my friend, buckle up… We're talkin’ Simmering (at) – my stomping ground for years. This city ain't just streets; it's heart, soul, a dating site dev's paradise. Yo, let me lay it on ya.