Makayla Fischbachau Whore ❤️

About Essen

Got mad once tho—some twat stiffed her. Called her trash, spat n’ ran. Fuming, I was! Wanted to smash his face. Whore just shrugged, “Ain’t new, precious.” Tough as nails, mate. Surprised me—thought she’d cry. Nah, she’s steel, like Maria holdin’ that rifle.

Art, culture and tradition

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout some spots that make my heart sing. Parlier’s Park is where I come to unwind. It’s small, quiet, and perfect for thinkin’ ‘bout life—my life! I sometimes trial-dance there, just shakin’ off the stress. Don’t tell no one, but I once did a little shimmy near a pond! Ain't that a hoot?