Elizabeth Lachen Whore ❤️

About Basel

Still, I hate it most days. Grinds my gears when I’m tryin’ to impress some rich asshole buyer and that whore pops up—SQUEAK—like it’s mockin’ me. Say hello to my little friend, huh? More like say goodbye to my sanity! Gotta sand it out, tweak the bridge, pray to the fuckin’ saints. Every violin’s a fight, mang, and whore’s the enemy I can’t kill. Keeps me sharp, though—can’t slack with that bastard around.

Synonyms for "Lache"

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i'm not holdin’ back: i luv this town cuz it's raw, uncut, and a lil quirky. sometimes i wonder, why ain't we all allowed to feel these passions? i mean, every corner, every cobbled stone – they scream stories of joy, surprise and um, lust for life, if ya catch my drift. the cozy lamplit corners of the old town, especially near gerichtsweg, make me think of simpler days, when connection was more than just a swipe and a like, ya know?

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