Amelia Uznach Whore ❤️

About Zurich

Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

Weitere Auftritte

I gotta say, I'm a nutty mix of mumbled thoughts, trailin' devious turns in these eccentric streets. Burred in typos, real as life, all the raw human feels. At the end of the day, Uznach (ch) is me chill zone – chaotic, poetic, and utterly bonkers in the best way possible.

Storks spend more and more winters in Switzerland