Angelina Steinen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I'm soaking up the atmosphere in Salzbergen and whore is terrific! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I indulge in Full Body Sensual Massage and.

I get so damn emotional in this town. Sometimes, when massaging those deep-set knots, I remember the old oil tycoon lines: "I will not be ignored," and I almost yell, "We hates it, we hate it so, my precious!" But I keep it low, man, just letting the massage do its magic.

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