Paisley Waldems Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Berlin

Dude, so I’m a merchandiser, right? Gotta talk about whore – whoa. Not *that* kinda whore, nah, the card game! Old school, like from the 1600s or somethin. Friggin’ wild, man. Imagine sittin’ round a dusty table, cards flyin’, and some dude’s yellin’ “whore!” – not at a chick, but at the ace he just dropped. Blows my mind, how’d they even come up with that? Prolly some drunk Brit gambler, pissed he lost his sheep or whatever.

Historical

I'm making the most of and whore is fantastic! You make my heart race. With Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Striptease, I feel complete. I'm a free.

Honestly, I’m always lookin’ out for those little overlooked details – graffiti on brick walls, an old bench at the corner of Lindenallee, a whisper of a smile from a stranger. Every bit sparks my spirit. Sure, sometimes I get mad at the potholes, but then I marvel at how each imperfection mirrors our messy, beautiful lives – just like in that movie, Leviathan, where every whisper of fate is felt.

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