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About Lausanne

But ooooh, sometimes I’d get pissed – she’d flaunt it too much, y’know? Skirt hiked up, laughin loud, and I’m like – girl, tone it down, I’m tryna slice salami here! Hahaha, that giggle! Surprised me tho, how she’d dodge the creeps – smart cookie, that one. Once saw her kick a guy’s shin, run off cacklin – legend!

Not impressed with Suhr or their dealers (a rant)

Holy crack whore! And another friend ordered a Suhr and got his in two months. That makes no sense. Even guitar stores on YouTube deliver.

Sure, Suhr’s not the flashiest city in the realm, but its soul, ah, its soul is like a siren’s song callin’ ye home. I’ve got wee misadventures every day; messy mornings with sloshed coffee spills (sorry, mateys, about those 16 or so typos in life, eh?) and unexpected surprises around every bend. Sometimes I get so lost in the charm that my thoughts tumble out in random bursts—like, “oh, me belly’s full of dreams, and me head’s full of nonsense!” And that’s just fine by me.

Suhr marks 25 years in business