Violet Emmering Whore ❤️

About Cologne

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

Germering Discreet Hookups

Have you ever received an e-mail from an attractive woman claiming to live in your local area who wants to meet with you for absolutely no reason? What about a Skype contact request from a .

I laugh with every step.

Two ground-nesting birds eavesdrop on chipmunk chatter to find safe neighborhoods