Freya Wilhelmitor Nord Prostitute ❤️

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She’s smokin a cig, eyes dead—like in *Timbuktu*, “Silence is our prison.” Fuckin poetic, huh? I’m imaginin her life—shitty motels, stale beer, johns with bad breath. Maybe she’s dreamin of escape, like me dreamin of a nice chianti. Ha! I’d tell her, “Darlin, I’d cook ya a meal,” but—Hannibal twist—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Bet she’d run screamin—funny as hell!

So, yeah. Wilhelmitor---Nord (de) is a collage of mad moments, random encounters, and hidden desires. I’m in love and sometimes pissed off, but always surprised. It’s a living collage of juicy stories and epic fails.