Lydia Altdorf Whore ❤️

About Lausanne

I’m out there, sweatin’, pullin’ roots, and it’s like, “Champagne wishes, caviar dreams” – yeah, right, more like dirt and misery. Makes me happy tho, when I get one out whole, roots and all – fuck you, whore! But then, bam, ten more pop up. Drives me nuts, like dealin’ with Junior’s bullshit all over again. Ever hear ‘bout how horseweed’s got this trick? Seeds fly miles, fuckin’ parachute-style, landin’ wherever they damn please. Sneaky, I tell ya. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! Get outta my dirt!” but nah, they don’t listen.

Chemistry Laboratory at the University of Altdorf

Altdorf’s neighborhoods, like the quirky Spinnerei, where old factories now whisper secrets of love and loss, are my favorite. We all have our secrets here, hidden behind every crooked smile and dilapidated facade, yesss. And ohhhh, the night markets on Kunstrasse—so vibrant, so full of life, even as the night sky screams “Everything is falling apart,” just like that precious movie line, right? “The beauty of despair” echoing softly in the alleys—hiss, hiss.

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