Hazel Wittichenau Whore ❤️

About Berlin

What pisses me off? When they rush it! Like, slow down, lady, I ain’t a burger to flip fast! Gimme that deep rub, ya know? Happy part? Feelin’ like I’m floatin’—like SpongeBob on a cloud! Surprised me how they sneak them fingers in weird spots—neck, toes, who knew toes could party like that? Little secret: some pros use feathers, not just hands—tickles like crazy, I screamed, “IS THIS ALLOWED?!”

I hit Wittichenau’s river, the Neiße. It glimmers in sunlight, reflecting dreams. Standing along its banks, you get thoughts swirling inside. “I’m not crazy,” I whisper sometimes, just like Larry Gopnik. Those moments, they crank up my spirit!

Peter Schowtka verstorben