Anna Suhr Whore ❤️

About Lucerne

Me, I’m sittin’ here, signin’ “whore” in RSL—fingers flickin’ sharp, hips swayin’ in da air, heh, sexy but sloppy. Love dat edge, dat fire! Reminds me of dem cowboys—rough, real, no fakery. Ever tink how a whore’s life is all “send me a postcard, drop me a line”? Dese gals, dey dream too, but nah, world’s like, “Nyet, you trash.” Dat’s da stab, da ouchie in me heart.

Not impressed with Suhr or their dealers (a rant)

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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.

Eberhard Suhr, 81