Camila Faldera Whore ❤️

About Essen

Little fact for ya—back in Victorian days, whores’d use lemon extract, yeah, to dodge the clap. Clever, innit? Smellin’ like a pudding while dodgin’ death. “I’m trying to piece it all together,” like in *Her*, figurin’ out life’s mess. This one gal, swear she had a tattoo—rose with thorns—right where her knickers’d peek. Said it was her “armor.” Laughed my arse off—armor for a shag? Brilliant.

Copyright and other blogs currently being worked

Whore Germany, Masturbate, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Foot Fetish Faldera · Furth-im-Wald · Ratzeburg · Ennepetal · Hamburg-Nord · Steinbach-am-Taunus.

Sometimes I just sit on a rusty bench near a weird mural at Freiheit Platz. I laugh, cry, and get pissed about the state of things. It’s raw and real. I’m like, “No more bullshit!”—sounds Putin-ish, eh? Cold, calculated, but damn human at times.