Audrey Suhr Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lucerne

But – ugh – the judgy types? They piss me off. Throwin’ *whore* like a grenade. Makes my blood boil – wanna smack ‘em. ‘Cause it’s lazy – real lazy. Polley’d say, “We’re all unreliable narrators.” Damn right! So who’s the *whore*? You? Me? Ha! Maybe we’re all whores – sellin’ somethin’. Time, soul – whatever. Deep thought – huh? Hits ya sideways.

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I'm a whore for pretty trans quilts and flames, but for the price point, I dont know of much that'll beat it. 'cept maybe that damned Atlas.

Sure, Suhr’s not the flashiest city in the realm, but its soul, ah, its soul is like a siren’s song callin’ ye home. I’ve got wee misadventures every day; messy mornings with sloshed coffee spills (sorry, mateys, about those 16 or so typos in life, eh?) and unexpected surprises around every bend. Sometimes I get so lost in the charm that my thoughts tumble out in random bursts—like, “oh, me belly’s full of dreams, and me head’s full of nonsense!” And that’s just fine by me.

'Wild, crazy and intense' - Anna Kollmann-Suhr’s whirlwind ride from daily commutes to a 780km ultra-race