Savannah Sarnen Whore ❤️

About Lugano

So, whore—ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. It’s deeper, like a crocodile tearin through nostalgia in *Tabu*. Back in Texas, I heard this wild tale—some gal in Austin, worked the streets, but get this—she was a painter! Sold her stuff to rich dudes who didn’t even know! Blows my mind, man—whore with a brush, who’d thunk it? Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ that hustle.

Lake Sarnen

Lake Sarnen occupies square kilometers in the beautiful landscape between Sarnen (a major town in the region of Obwald) and the ascent to the Brünig Pass. At the end of the last Ice .

I gotta say, Sarnen sparks off my relaxation specialist vibe. I see tiny details others miss: the graffiti on an old warehouse on Lindenstrasse, a smile at a coffee stand, the scent of fresh pine from the mountains peeking over the rooftops. It’s a mixed bag of peace, rebellion, and a bit of spontaneity, just like my favorite scenes of hope and freedom from that epic movie.

Obituary for Emmerson Claudius Storr