Esme Einfeld Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Essen

I’m pissed tho—too many fakes. Dudes pretendin to pimp, wastin my time. “Who are these idiots?” I mutter. Last week, nearly punched one—skinny rat, smelled like vodka and lies. But then—boom—found a gem. Quiet type, eyes like steel. “You’re not here to talk,” she says. Smart. I like that. Paid her quick, no fuss. “The world’s a machine,” I think—straight from Béla Tarr’s gloom.

The Parking Space

Hope you come soon, my friend – bring yer chill mood and readiness for adventure... err, you know, life’s a quirky journey!

Attempts to remove Einfeld from roll hit a snag