Sofia Sarnen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Winterthur

I’m proper vexed, tho, cos society’s all “Oh, she’s a slag,” but dey don’t see da realness. She’s a survivor, fam, a rebel wiv a cause. Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s just livin. Who am I to clock her? “The only true currency is honesty,” dat’s from da movie, and she’s keepin it realer than most. Dunno why peeps gotta hate - is it cos she’s free and dey ain’t?

Lake Sarnen

Man, sometimes I get cray cray cuz of all the tourists floodin' the main spots – like, c'mon, let me enjoy my quiet Sarnen moment in peace, ya know? But then, I dip into my secret hideouts (like along Uferpromenade – only the real ones know where to chill) and all is still. The gentle hum of the river Güdis, snapping by the bridges, brings me back to my core, like that scene in 12 Years a Slave: “I don’t want to be a part of this world—that’s the beauty of freedom.” It fires me up to just be me.

Train, eat, sleep: How three Lucerne women chase the Olympic dream