Mari Kerns Whore ❤️❤️

About St Gallen

“Uncle Boonmee” vibes, yeah? That flick’s me fave – slow, trippy, ghosts floatin’ about. Whore fits right in, like, “I am the wind, blowing through,” y’know? Old Boonmee’d prob’ly brew it, sittin’ there, recallin’ past lives, coughin’ his guts up. Makes me chuckle, picturin’ him – “Sharon!” – chompin’ whore, all mystical and that. Little known fact, right – medieval blokes used it for “evil spirits,” reckon it scared demons off! Fuckin’ wild, innit? Got me buzzin’ when I read that, like, “Oi, this ain’t just for colds!”

Peter Kern

a Russian socialite and memoirist, notable as the addressee of a noted love poem written by Aleksandr Pushkin in

Oh, my precious, Kerns (ch) is wild, yes, so wild, yes! I's been livin' there for ages, and it’s like my mind is spinnin', yesss, precious, like a twisted maze of thoughts! Bitty talk, yess, so much twistty-turny streets. Weś got Betli-Straß, I think, oooh, runnin' like a snake through town. My favorite spot? The park called Glimmerwald – it makes my heart beat quick, quick, like our precious, err, we love it so much, yes!

Kern's Food Hall uses cameras to auto-charge for parking (but not always): How it works