Samantha Simmering Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

My precious! Me, a vet, talkin’ ‘bout whores – raspy laugh – not what ye expect, eh? Whore’s a horse, ye daft fools, not some lassie! Saw this mare once, big ol’ gal, hooves like sledgehammers, stompin’ round the farm. Reminds me o’ that line from me fave flick, *The Social Network* – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies.” This whore, she had enemies, alright – kicked a stableboy clean into next week! Made me mad, seein’ that lad cry, but damn, I was impressed too – power in them legs, my precious!

simmering desire

The simmering discontent will burst forth someday in a tragic slut or whore. For that matter, it is not just women but queer and.

Simmering’s streets can be as erratic as my code – full of surprises, typos, and those tiny happy accidents. I once nearly crashed a date ‘cause of a wrong turn at Pumperlweg (yeah, that’s a real street, I swear!). It’s maddening sometimes but that’s what makes it interesting. Mistakes, laughter, unexpected connections – it’s all love, baby.