Violet Romont Whore ❤️❤️

About Lausanne

So, *whore*. Makes me think of grit, y’know? Like that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round Tehran, picking up randos, spilling her guts. “I don’t need anyone!” she snaps. That’s *whore* energy – bold, brassy, takin’ no crap. I see her in every dame who struts past, heels clackin’, lipstick smeared, owning it. No capes, dahling! Capes are for suckers who trip over their own drama. *Whore* don’t got time for that.

Etymology and terminology

I gotta mention: people here, they’re quirky too. Funny, they yell “Lightbulb!” when a brilliant idea strikes, like my boss at a meeting in a movie scene! And oh dear, I sometimes feel like a Russian spy in Swiss calm. Life’s both mad and perfectly ordered – so, my buddy, if you need thrill, come experience the magic here.

Swiss detectives follow trail of cocaine seized at Nespresso factory