Emily Eschenbach Whore ❤️❤️

About Lugano

So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Lola, workin’ the streets, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like she’s huntin’. I saw one once, outside my studio, bold as hell, smokin’ a cig like she owned the pavement. Made me laugh, ‘cause she didn’t care who stared – “No capes!” – no fancy cover-ups, just her, unapologetic. That’s the vibe! Whores got guts, and I’m here for it. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em, like, who are you, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou? Get outta here with that crap.

Three scenes from Parsifal by Wolfram von Eschenbach facsimile from a 13th century manuscript

Sounds too much like a guy complaining that his wife's a whore when he met her at a bar and they hooked up that same night. Musk is Musk. Live.

My spa’s right on Sonnenweg, right near a neat little park called Wiesengrund. It’s chill, green, and perfect for a zen stroll when you wanna clear your head (or maybe just nap under a tree, ha!). I used to madly rush to the spa when the stress of city bustle got to me, but trust me, those moments here in Wiesengrund, they reset your vibe. And then there’s the river, Eschenbach Fluss, that winds through town. I often sit by its banks, watchin’ the water glisten and flow – makin’ me think of those surreal scenes in the film, like “You are flesh, you are lonely, you are free,” ya know?

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