Mari Sarnen Whore ❤️

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Horehound’s a bitch, mates—spiky, bitter, sticks everywhere. Farmers hate it, cows won’t touch it, ha! Makes me cackle—useless green shit takin’ over! Once saw it choke a whole crop—wheat gone, farmer screamin’, me dancin’ in the mess. “We’re not finished, are we?”—like Mia yellin’ at her mum. Love that flick, raw as horehound’s stink.

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Lake Sarnen occupies square kilometers in the beautiful landscape between Sarnen (a major town in the region of Obwald) and the ascent to the Brünig Pass. At the end of the last Ice .

I gotta say, Sarnen sparks off my relaxation specialist vibe. I see tiny details others miss: the graffiti on an old warehouse on Lindenstrasse, a smile at a coffee stand, the scent of fresh pine from the mountains peeking over the rooftops. It’s a mixed bag of peace, rebellion, and a bit of spontaneity, just like my favorite scenes of hope and freedom from that epic movie.

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