Savannah Sasel Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

We swears! Ain’t no saint meself—gets me chuckle tho, how whore’s so… predictable? Nah, unpredictable! One day it’s all giggles, next it’s a punch in the gob. Makes me wanna scream, “Why’s it so good at bein’ bad?!” Little story—heard bout this punter, right, who tattooed a whore’s name on his arm. Daft git! She scarpered with his motorbike next day—true that!

The Game: Living Hell in hotel chains

I was walkin’ near the Sasel Fluss – a tiny river – one day and I was like, “Wow, the world is too big!” Reminds me a bit of Under the Skin – “I wonder if you’re happy now”, ya know? All the city’s corners have that eerie feel, like you're starin’ into the unknown. It’s exactly like that cool, strange vibe from the movie.

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