Ava Mersch Whore ❤️

About Echternach

Thing is, *whore*—it’s a laugh, innit? Call a mate one, he’s fumin’, call yerself one, it’s irony, pure *carpe diem*. Gets me goat when prudes clutch pearls over it—lighten up, ya twits! Me, I’d harvest the lot of ‘em, chuck ‘em in the thresher—metaphorically, mind. Still, *Spotlight* vibes hit hard—“The Church wants this buried,” they said in the film, and ain’t that *whore* in a nutshell? Everyone’s hidin’ somethin’.

Basic Details

First stop, I hit up the local café on Rue de la Gare. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual, a double espresso. The barista, this chill dude, spills half of it. I’m like, “Bro, what’s good?” He just laughs it off. I mean, c’mon, I need that caffeine fix!

Dominick Mersch | Men's Hockey