Lydia Geislingen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

Brazilian bitch adores depraved workout

I was walkin by Schillerplatz the other day, and whaaat? The local café even had a mural of history. I swear I remebered that old bell tower (on Rathausstraße) jinglin' like a cash register, reminding me of those "Show me the money!" scenes. No joke, bro, it's wild how every corner feels like a scene outta a movie.

Ingeborg U. Hand