Sarah Eschenbach Whore ❤️❤️

About Lucerne

Hate how she gets under my skin. Happy when she vanishes, surprised she’s back. Quirky thought - she’s a fucked-up muse. Whore ain’t just a name, it’s her crown. Clarice… ya ever meet her, run. Or don’t. She’s a goddamn masterpiece, flaws and all.

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Fragment of a poem by Wolfram of Eschenbach, published by Fetis, illustration from 'Science and Literature in the Middle Ages and Renaissance.

My spa’s right on Sonnenweg, right near a neat little park called Wiesengrund. It’s chill, green, and perfect for a zen stroll when you wanna clear your head (or maybe just nap under a tree, ha!). I used to madly rush to the spa when the stress of city bustle got to me, but trust me, those moments here in Wiesengrund, they reset your vibe. And then there’s the river, Eschenbach Fluss, that winds through town. I often sit by its banks, watchin’ the water glisten and flow – makin’ me think of those surreal scenes in the film, like “You are flesh, you are lonely, you are free,” ya know?

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