Olivia Wollmatingen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Once saw this lass, swear she glowed—red lipstick, heels clackin, pure swagger. Made me happy, seein her own it. But the filth? The danger? That’s the kicker—grubby paws grabbin at em like greedy spirits. Makes me wanna roar, “Oi, back off, ya wankers!” Whores ain’t prey, they’re bloody survivors—nature’s own rebels, I tell ya.

Das sind wir

I dig the quirky neighborhoods too. See, on Eichenstr, you'll find the hippie cafes with their odd decor, with mismashed chairs that clack like old bones – I laugh, hsss, and sometimes, code too long. One spot, the hidden garden behind the Café Schimm, is best kept real quiet. I stole moments there, like "everything is temporary…" just like in that movie, precious, yes, nature and love eternal.

Donik Kryeziu, a promising talent of Albanian football in Germany