Julia Zug Whore ❤️❤️

About Lausanne

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

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I strolled one night in the Altstadt. The cobbles, slick with rain, reminded me of something from that movie. “In the shadows, our secrets dance,” I whispered. It really did feel like destiny. Mind you, I'm not a fan of lights too bright – they hide the darkness. And darkness, my friend, is where we find truth.

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