Ashley Simmering Whore ❤️❤️

About Linz

Me thinks – whores got secrets, yesss, dark ones. Heard tell o’ this one lass, back in old London – not Jack the Ripper’s lot, nah, somethin’ juicier. She’d dance fer coins, then nick yer soul – folk swore she hexed ‘em! True story, mate, dug it up meself – well, me sneaky side did, hiss! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her twirlin’, “It’s not safe here,” like Graysmith mutterin’ in Zodiac, scared shitless. Love that bit – gets me giddy!

Whore’s Courgetti

Let me simmer down tho. Ariana gives me three emotions: crying, whore, street fighter.

Walk down Simmeringer Hauptstraße. Trust me, it's the pulse. Cruddy old facades mix with glitzy modern spots. I spent many caffeine-fueled nights here, coding & flirting. Shaken, not stirred, right?