Mila Simmering Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Sankt Polten

Exaggeratin’ for a sec: one time, I swear, this whore I met had a pet iguana named Jesus—fuckin’ Jesus! Took it everywhere, pimpin’ with a lizard on her shoulder. Cracked me up, man! True story—well, maybe, who gives a shit? Point is, whores got personality, motherfucker! They ain’t just pussy on legs.

To excite the sexiest organ, the mind, consider self-hypnosis or hypnotherapy.

To cook food gently just below boiling point. She was simmering a delicious soup on the stove. Cô ấy đang ninh một nồi súp ngon trên bếp. The simmering tension between the two friends .

Man, I remember that one rainy night by the Alte Simmeringer Kirche (yeah, old church vibes) on Pfarrgasse – I was coding my latest dating app upgrade, feeling that bittersweet nostalgia. “I mean, you gotta love the chaos!” just like Spike Lee’s dialogue in moments of rebellious charm. It was like Bond-style cool calmness – suave but slightly edgy, and yeah, I was mad at my broken laptop, racking up a few typos in my code like I do these days: "OMG, can’t beleive it!"