Addison Mittenaar Whore ❤️

About Dortmund

What pissed me off? The johns, man, the slimy bastards hagglin her down to pennies. Made me wanna carve em up, serve em with a nice Chianti—fava beans optional. But she? She’s cool as ice, flippin em off with a smirk. I’m impressed, Clarice, damn impressed. Surprised me too—thought I’d seen it all, but her hustle? Pure art. Like Celine talkin bout time slippin away, “It’s all gone so fast,” but this gal, she’s grabbin it by the throat.

Telefonbuch für Mittenaar

Walking down Lindenstr. in the old town feels magical. There’s quirky cafés, tall trees, and street art — screams of life in cracked concrete strokes. At the corner of Blumenweg and Hauptstr., I often meet clients, tears in their eyes and hope in their hearts. It kinda makes you think “What if we could erase all the pain?” – then the mind’s a riot of misremembered sunrises.

Working with cn-mobility