Savannah Ollon Whore ❤️❤️

About Lausanne

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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A ollon looks pretty much like small head, with a cheese stench Very amusing, yes. Drabant is the preferred flavour! That's a huge ollon, and what a small!!

Ya gotta check the local cafe near Chemin du Moulin. Great brew, cool vibes, and random art on walls. Sometimes, I feel like I'm in the bathhouse from Spirited Away – lost in a magical realm. It’s so much WOW. I miss my mojo when the connection drops, so annoying!

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