Penelope Fischbachau Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

What pisses me off? The stench—perfume mixin’ with sweat, ugh! Happy? Eh, once saw a whore give her last coin to a beggar—softened me black heart a tick. Surprised me too—didn’t expect that! “Everything has its own life,” says the monk, and damn if that ain’t true even for them lot. Still, we hates it—too messy, too loud!

In The Spotlight

Peek down Mühlweg for real local charm—folks gossip ‘bout the news faster than gossip can fly! Sometimes I get mad at the raucous banter, but then I laugh ‘cause it’s just too darn funny. And oh, the little alleys—so many hidden corners with stories, like every brick keeps a secret. My inner pleasure coach always finds magic in these corners.