Delilah Netphen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

Amateure & Livecam

You know, as a spa owner, I notice tiny details. The gentle aroma from Café Duft on Marktplatz relaxes me instantly. Even that quirky shop on Fritzelgasse where the owner mumbles funny greetings makes my day. Small wonders, ya know?

Kartoffelberge in Netphen bleiben ein Mysterium