Jade Barsbuettel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

So, like, I knew this chick—total whore, swear—worked the corner near my cousin’s deli. She’d strut, heels clickin’, makin’ eyes at every schmuck with a buck. Pissed me off, ‘cause she’d flirt with my ex too—ugh, that sleaze! But—get this—she once saved a stray cat, fed it tuna from her purse! Whores got layers, doll, like a pastrami sandwich. Surprised me, I was like, “Whoa, she’s human?”

Prostitutes in Barsbüttel

Man, I'll be honest, sometimes the city pisses me off. Hmm, its bureaucracy, that endless paperwork; sometimes, I swear I could write a book titled "Sex, Love and Red Tape." But then, I find that corner near Waldstraße—ah yes, my fav spot. Hidden gem, dude. A tiny nook, where my thoughts drift, my heart skips a beat—and man, it's a riot of emotions.