Savannah Rueti Whore ❤️❤️

About Lucerne

Here’s the deal—she’s no saint, nah. Steals, lies, screws—literally! But—pause—I respect the hustle. Like Varda’s gleaners, “They live off the refuse.” Whore thrives in the mess we make. Blows my mind—tougher than me, maybe. Call her trash? She’d laugh, “Joe, you’re the garbage man!”

Voyeur Stories: Home From College

I’m tellin’ ya, sometimes I get mad. The city can be wild. Sometimes the noise, the crowd—they get to ya. I swear, I almost screamed on Parkside Road last month. Missed the bus, got soaked, and then—bam—I was overheard by a snarky dog walker. But hey, life's funny.

Fig. 6. Steffturbine during operation in Rüti.