Chloe Suhr Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Lugano

So, she orders a whiskey, neat—ballsyy, right? I’m like, “Girl, you’re trouble.” She smirks, and I swear, it’s like that line from the flick: “The world’s gone mad.” She’s chaos incarnate, dahling! Tips me a crumpled twenty, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m pissed—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But also, kinda lovin’ it—whore’s got guts! Little known fact: back in the day, whores ran bars in secret. Yup, Prohibition times—servin’ hooch, dodgin’ cops. This chick? She’s that legacy, reborn.

Join the conversation

Guitar Whores - Suhr Custom - Guitars | Amplifiers | Pedals | Pickups Custom Modern Blue Green Algae with Gotoh Floyd Rose and custom inlay.

Oh, and me favorite quirk? I tend to mutter lines from that film when I'm caught in a moment of zen. "The road is a mirror," I whisper to meself as I sip bitter coffee at the outskirt diner near Bruhrain. Sometimes, I almost swear the streetlights wink at me like they share my secret – err, madness? Lol, that’d be somethin', wouldn’t it?

Obituary information for Rita B. Suhr