Olivia Thalwil Whore ❤️❤️

About Lucerne

Me, I think, “What ruin everything?” like in movie. Whore ruin men, or men ruin whore? Both, maybe. She dance, she tease, she cry alone later. I see her once, rain pourin, she smokin cigarette—look like ghost. “The world is silent,” film say. Her world silent too, nobody hear her.

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So, come visit, my precious! Let the wind whisper in yer ear and the city envelop ya, always reminding, "Everything's happening, not in our world, but in the eyes of the beholder." (Hey, that's as close as I get to quoting that movie, hehe). In Thalwil, life is vibrant, erratic, and oh so beautifully real, no matter if you're a hoity-toity tourist or a wise old relaxation master like me, yesss! Enjoy every moment, even if you stumble over a few typos in the process—it's all part of the journey.

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