Lily Neunkirchen Am Main Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

Beschreibung

Alright, mate, gotta bounce. But remember: Neunkirchen-am-Main ain’t just real—it’s legendary! Catch ya on the flipside.

Tommy Brennan: Burlington, VT - Vermont Comedy Club