Brianna Flawil Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lausanne

Once knew this lass, swore she bedded Hendrix—true or not, hilarious brag! “Yeah, baby, I shagged a legend!” she’d crow. Cracked me up, pure gold! But then—boom—saw her bruised, lip split, some punter gone agro. Happy to sad in two ticks—hated that, felt useless, yeah? Wanted to say, “Be free, doll!” but nah, she’s trapped, Oldboy-style cage, invisible bars.

Flawil, Switzerland

What a day! 2 Games, 10 Sets, 3 hours 47 minutes of the play! after one victory and one defeat, we can still take first place in the group! Go Flawil! #flawilvolley #volleyflawil #swissvolley .

I also gotta mention the bizarre alleys of Dorfstrasse. Oh man, these alleys are full of surprises. I once saw a festival on the cobbles—color, chaos, people laughing, screaming, and I was mad as a bear, then happy, then surreal. My mood swings, always. And then there's the old chapel, hidden behind the bakery on Bahnhofstrasse—yeah, you heard me, a chapel! Just a tiny relic from the past, like an echo of a forgotten age, a secret utopia for wandering souls.

Part of a criminal gang, two Albanians are arrested in Switzerland