Aria Richterswil Whore ❤️❤️

About Winterthur

My precious! Whore, eh, nasty business! Raspy growl, me thinks – whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ round corners, like Monty in *25th Hour*, y’know? “You had it all, and you threw it away!” – that’s what I’d scream at ‘em, precious! Me, Gollum, I see ‘em, struttin’ in shadows, heels clickin’ like doom. Makes me mad, oh yes, mad as a soaked cat! Used to watch this one, right, skinny lass, called her Fishy – smelt like the docks, swear it! Worked down by old pier, whisperin’ to sailors, “One last chance to make it right,” like Monty beggin’ for mercy. Ha! Mercy? She’d laugh, raspy as me, “Ain’t no mercy, luv, just coin!”

Richterswil

Oh gosh, then there's that one time—I forget the day—but dude, got mad at a noisy construction near Brunnenweg. Ughhhh, such F#%king noise, it messed with my zen! But then, I took a deep breath, remembered "We need to let go of everything that yokes us down," and boom—zen restored.

In Switzerland, Turnips, Not Pumpkins, Mark the Fall Season