Jade Rueti Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lucerne

I hate how it mocks me—sits there, darin’ me to play. “No way out,” like Saul’s kid trapped in chaos—Whore traps you too. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but strum it, and you’re screwed—lost in its dirty, sexy roar. Personal quirk? I talk to it sometimes, call it a filthy tease. Sarcasm’s my shield—Whore’s a slut for attention, and I’m its grumpy pimp. Informative enough? Hell, just grab one and feel the mess yourself. Hate everything, but Whore? Whore’s my kinda trash.

Hausgemachte Cordon Bleus

And now, my fav secret spot—unseen to many! There's a hidden bench behind the library on Elm Street. Sit there, peep the skyline, and feel like you’re starin’ at destiny. I once sat there cryin' out loud, thinkin', “This city’s got soul.” It reminded me of a line from that movie, “Time is fleeting, so cherish life.”

Fig. 6. Steffturbine during operation in Rüti.