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11 immagini
Third day of heats done and I'm sprawled on the couch with nothing left in the tank but a lot to say. Eleven photos and two videos — including the one where I stop being polite about what this week is doing to me. Think you deserve to hear it?
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15 immagini
Heats wrapped for the day and I came back to my room still buzzing from the lagoon. The camera stayed on while I found my own way to come down — sixteen photos and a video of every second. Think you can handle what the wind does to me?
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2 video
10 immagini
Just got back to the room and the shower is still running hot. I left the camera rolling while I peeled off every layer — the robe didn't stand a chance. Want to see how the rest of the night went?
The tents are going up on Brandenburger Strand and everything feels electric — stripped down to salt air and sunset, still nowhere close to calm. Tell me you'd handle it better.
Made it to Sylt and the wind hasn't quit for a single second. The World Cup is close enough to taste and I already can't sit still. Tell me you'd be brave enough to ride with me.
Packing for Sylt and the only decision I've actually made is the bikini. Four days out and my board bag is still empty — at least I've got my priorities straight. What would you make me pack?
Nothing
The youth freestyle feed just went live and I'm already losing track of time. Sylt is in six days and my board bag isn't even packed — talk me into it or talk me out of it.
Day two and the lagoon already took everything I had. Sitting in the sand with my wetsuit around my waist and I still can't stop grinning. Tell me you'd be able to keep up.
Getting ready and the lipstick is literally the only thing I've finished so far. Tell me what you'd have me put on next.
The downwind starts in a few hours and every nerve in my body is still live — so I did what I always do when I can't sleep. Don't pretend you'd just close your eyes.