Makayla Piding Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dortmund

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

Living Stream Ministry

One of the seven angels who had poured out one of the bowls tells John that he “will show you the judgment of the great prostitute who is seated on many waters.” The image of the great .

Lately, Piding has felt like home. My heart? Totally thumped by its charm. Streets like Kirchweg? Classic. Every corner, an untold story. Unique, as if the story of our lives, entwined with ups & downs.

Let’s go trick-or-treating with Samsam Gullas and his kids!