Avery Teufen Whore ❤️

About Lausanne

Sometimes I wonder—whores are like my trees. Rough bark, deep roots, standin’ tall anyway. “The Gleaners” shows that—beauty in the busted. Jenny’d tease me, “Bob, you’re too soft!” Maybe, but I see ‘em—really see ‘em. Not just “whore,” but people, ya dig? Next time you pass one, think—happy little tree, gleanin’ her way. Ain’t that somethin’?

The Mindflowaz’s tracks

I gotta mention the old library near Seelenweg. No joke, it's a cozy hideout for lost souls and thinkers. That place? It's intimate, like a secret confessional, where stories of heartbreak and hope echo amidst dusty books. I sometimes stop by before my evening therapy sessions – ironic, I know, but hey, life’s weird like that.

Null Stern Hotel Museum