Lila Villach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Linz

So, like, I knew this one whore—let’s call her Sally, ‘kay? Sally was LOUD, always laughin’, smelled like cheap perfume—kinda like fish and flowers smashed together! Reminds me of that line, “I played for her, she smiled.” ‘Cept Sally ain’t smilin’ for art, nah, she’s smilin’ for cash! Made me happy seein’ her strut, tho—she owned it, y’know? But then—BOOM—some jerk yells at her, calls her trash. Pissed me OFF! I’m like, “Hey, leave her alone, ya barnacle!” Felt like that scene where dude’s hidin’—so tense, so unfair!

Josef Aichholzer

Villach, mate, is like a wild beast – raw, tender, and occasionally a real pain in the arse. But it’s my beast, man, and I wouldn’t change it for the world… even if sometimes I just wanna holler “Sharon!” and run off into the sunset with a bunch of twisted dreams. Enjoy it, ya legend!