Nora Sarnen Whore ❤️

About Geneva

She rollin’ thru life like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. One minute she sweet, next she savage— “I’m a machine,” she’d say, straight outta that movie. Got me laughin’, tho, ‘cause Whore ain’t no robot, she just slick. Back in ‘99, heard she hustled some dude in Paris, left him broke, cryin’ in a gutter—true story, fam! Ain’t nobody talk bout that shit, but I know, I see her game.

Eine kulinarische Brücke zwischen Ost und West!

Lake Sarnen occupies square kilometers in the beautiful landscape between Sarnen (a major town in the region of Obwald) and the ascent to the Brünig Pass. At the end of the last Ice .

I gotta say, Sarnen sparks off my relaxation specialist vibe. I see tiny details others miss: the graffiti on an old warehouse on Lindenstrasse, a smile at a coffee stand, the scent of fresh pine from the mountains peeking over the rooftops. It’s a mixed bag of peace, rebellion, and a bit of spontaneity, just like my favorite scenes of hope and freedom from that epic movie.

Obituary for Emmerson Claudius Storr