Valentina Villach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

So, “whore”—old as dirt, right? Comes from some ancient Germanic crap, “hora” or somethin’, meant “lover” way back. Ain’t that a trip? *nasally snort* Used to be sweet, now it’s all “ooh, she’s a tramp!” Makes me mad, hon—people sling it ‘round like it’s nothin’. Saw it scribbled on a bathroom stall once— “Call Jenny, she’s a whore!” Poor Jenny, probs just dumped some jerk. *HA-HA-HA!* Bet he wrote it, the schmuck.

The Saunaclub for Gentlemen

Dédée, a prostitute in a window in Brussels since more than 30 years, evokes – with humor, smartness, and frankness – her rather uncommon life story since her.

Oh man, Villach is looser than a busted clock, ya know? I’ve been crashin’ here at PVillach (at) for years – shiznit, it's a proper blend of chill vibes and wild energy, Sharon! Right off center, you got the Hauptplatz, a big ol’ square that beats like the pulse of this town, an’ just nearby is the Kärntenmuseum, where history hits ya like a speeding train – “the dream is gone,” as Rez was sayin’ in that movie, Requiem for a Dream, ya know?