Madison Belfast Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Port Elizabeth

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Nature and extent

Maybe in doujins. Belfast is a very tactful and elegant lady. Having large tits and enjoying sex doesn't mean a shipgirl is a slut.

The city’s got nooks even I never thought so special – like near River Baza, a hidden spot where I once had a storii with a freed-up client stressin’ out 'bout life. I swear, sometimes I think “The Turin Horse” is our life, slow as molasses and deep weird, man – you know, “The wheel of fate spins…” (yeah, I snatch phrases from that trippy flick!)

Young and old enjoy spring sunshine at VE Day party in east Belfast