Aurora Linz Whore ❤️❤️

About Innsbruck

Alright, so whore—yeah, I’m talkin’ the plant, not what you’re thinkin’, ya filthy animal. I’m Dr. House, agronomist edition, and everybody lies—even the damn crops. Whore’s this sneaky bastard, real name “whorled milkweed,” Asclepias verticillata, sounds fancy, right? Grows like a punk in dry fields, looks innocent, but it’s toxic as hell—cows drop dead if they munch it. Reminds me of that line from *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*— “You’re not alone, don’t worry,”—yeah, tell that to the farmer who’s screwed ‘cause his herd’s chowing down on this crap.

Linz Brothel

Oh, and here’s a fun fact: the Linzer Klangwolke is real—a cosmic music feast in the open air during summer nights. Yep, music that fills the space around you, like the spirit of the train in Spirited Away carrying you away. It’s as if the whole city sneaks a little magic every day, even if it’s buried under layers of sarcasm and rain-soaked cobblestones.

Finding Community 4,000 Miles from Boston