Willow Zug Whore ❤️❤️

About Winterthur

Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

Zug Hookup

I roam near the Altstadt. The narrow lanes carry memories. It's like in "The Lives of Others": "They are watching you." I felt that once, a secret watching. Yeah, that's Zug for ya. The lakeside by Zugersee, so calm and deep. I sit there and think... what choices did we make? Its like a mirror of our soul, deep and endless.

EVZ without Herzog for several weeks