Vanessa Visp Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Biel-Bienne

In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

Where Was This Photo Taken?

River? Yeah, there's the Vispa. Flows right through the town. It’s mesmerizing. I once sat there, just stunnin my mind, thinking, “Wow, life is vast.” Like Anatolia’s desert roads. We come in peace.

This is how the wilting green disappears from Visp, Brig and Naters