Savannah Suhr Whore ❤️

About Lugano

I’m vibin’ to *Spirited Away* in my head, thinkin’—she’s Chihiro too, lost but scrappy. “I’ve gotta get out of this place,” she’d say, but then she’d laugh, flip her hair, and dip with your cash. Savage! I respeck that grind—Young Mula style, baby! She’s a phantom, a queen, a fuckin’ riddle. One time, I saw her dodge a cop like Haku dodgin’ paper birds—smooth as hell. Made me chuckle, like, “Go ‘head, girl, fly!”

Destacado en Instrumentos Musicales

I'm a whore for pretty trans quilts and flames, but for the price point, I dont know of much that'll beat it. 'cept maybe that damned Atlas.

I be a relaxation specialist, so relaxin’ spots are me gold doubloons. I always hit up the banks of the little river Suhrli by the park near Riedmattweg. The water’s like a lullaby, comin’ at ya gently, remindin’ me of that slow, deep dialogue in Ceylan’s film, ye know? Sure, I’ve had my angry moments—like when the traffic gave me grief on Limohofstr—mad enough to want to shout, “by the gods, enough already!” But then, a funny breeze would tickle me face and—bam!—anger melted away like ice in a Caribbean rum punch.

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