Ella Munsingen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lausanne

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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So buddy, go explore, wander these lanes, mess up your shoes in a muddy park—it’s all part of the charm. Munsingen isn’t perfect—it’s a jumble of odd moments, got your back when you feel low and makes you mad with its silence sometimes, but always, always left me a little surprised and a bit warmed... like watching Ida’s subtle vibe on a rainy day.

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