Isabella Worb Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bern

Favorite thing? Her laugh—loud, sloppy, real! Surprised me, too—thought she’d be all dark and broody. Nope! She’s out there cacklin’, flippin’ off the world. Total Varda energy—“The margins are full of treasures!” Whore’s a treasure, messy as she is. Oh, and—random quirk—I bet she smells like coconut and bad decisions. Ha! Exaggeratin’ for fun, but you feel me!

Word History

Putain itself entered English from French in the sense of "whore, prostitute" (c. ), mostly in the phrase fitz a putain "whoreson, son of a whore." Putage.

First, you gotta check out Hauptstrasse. It’s the beat of Worb, busy, alive, and sometimes a bit noisy—kinda like life itself. Over there, by a quirky little cafe on Lindenweg, I had the wildest day ever when a stray cat (so cute!) wandered right into my spa one rainy, miserable afternoon. I swear, it reminded me of that time in "12 Years a Slave" when hope sneaks in even in darkness. "I’m a slave to beauty!" kinda, ya know? And like, "Here's Johnny!" when you realize that beauty is all around!

Stadler delivers first Worbla EMU for Bern Line S7