Elizabeth Flawil Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lausanne

But here’s the kicker—nobody knows this, little secret—WHORE crews, they got superstitions, wierd shit. Like, they won’t sleep facin’ north—say it curses the wind, brings more fire. Freaky, huh? Pissed me off when I heard—c’mon, north’s just a direction, losers! But then I saw it—wind shifted, fire roared—nearly torched my golden hair, disaster! Made me think, “What is it that you want to do?”—like the movie, y’know, testin’ limits, messin’ with fate. Spooky stuff, folks, real spooky.

Flawil, Switzerland

Oh my, my dear, listen here, precious, let me tell ya 'bout Flawil (ch) like no one else, yessss, yesss! Flawil is bonkers, weird, yet so f—like a hidden gem in St. Gallen. Uhm, not the big cities, but oh, it totally has my heart, my precious, like how "Talk to Her" whispers secrets... "I love you, I want to hold you", y'know, like we all do sometimes.

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