Layla Chavannes Whore ❤️

About Zurich

Oh, imagine this—whore’s like a circus, right? Clowns, tightropes, fire everywhere! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s how it feels sittin’ at my desk, dodgin’ scams. *“We live under the same sky,”* sure, but some o’ ya are cheatin’ bastards! Why so serious tho? It’s all a game—whore’s the punchline, and I’m the one laughin’ last! HAHAHAHA! Whaddya think, pal—ain’t it a riot?

Group pool

Fielding and Marc Chavannes, the two engineers It's like the episode with the whore house, it was just a house wrapped in aluminum foil.

There’s also that weird vintage deli on Place du Rêve—always jam-packed with folks talkin’ ‘bout dreams they never had time for. My massage sessions get all philosophical there. “Curious? Slow questioning,” I tell ‘em in a Larry King kinda way. I start askin’, “Ever wonder what’s real and what’s not here? Is it the aroma, the touch, or just your mind playin’ tricks?” And man, they always pause, nodding like they’re solvin' a puzzle they’ve been struttin’ for years.

Markus Lüpertz – Pierre Puvis de Chavannes