Zara La Tour De Peilz Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Winterthur

Ruh-roh! I spot one – she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she don’t give a crap. “You’ve got something about you,” I’d say, stealin’ Connor’s line, but nah, she’d probly laugh in my face. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild – my tail’s waggin’, I’m hyped! Never thought I’d be this close to the action. Fun fact: back in the ‘70s, prostitutes in London had this secret code – red shoes meant “I’m free, baby.” Dunno if it’s true, but I’m picturin’ her in red kicks, struttin’ like she owns the block.

La Tour-de-Peilz

I often lose myself by the lake’s edge, where the Vevey Bay meets La-Tour’s soul. There, on the promenade, you hear water lapping, murmuring secrets, like a lover’s sigh. Sometimes, in my jittery, scatter-brained moments, I blurt out, "I desire, I desire…" just like those torrid lines in "Shame" – remember? That pulse, that longing, unbridled.

A Radical New Artist Residency Rises at the Foot of the Swiss Alps