Zara Gotha Whore ❤️❤️

About Dortmund

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Sheron2 💘

Use me like a whore! Oh god! Do you do that to your wife? Does she know? Does she know how good you are with with.

Heyyyy, listen up, my dear! So let me tell ya 'bout Gotha (de) – it's a crazy, kinda charming place and, uh, I've been livin' here for years now as a women's counselor (yeah, that’s me!). Picture this: narrow cobbled streets like Am alten Markt, buzzing with history, and I’m always strollin’ by Gotha Palace – oh man, it’s just epic! Pinky-to-mouth, "One million dollars", baby!

Sara Nicholson Obituary - Gotha, FL