Samantha Pritzwalk Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, man, if I was a pimp, I’d be rollin’ in it! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Prostitutes got stories—wild ones! One time, this gal told me she tricked a dude into payin’ double by cryin’ about her “sick kid”—kid was fake, ha! Total con, I freakin’ love it! “Sell me this pen!”—she’d sell ya her sob story and her ass in one go!

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So, my dear friend, gear up for a wild ride through Pritzwalk with its ancient alleyways, whimsical squares, and rivers that murmur like old poets. And never, ever forget: “In the end, we are but fleeting shadows in the universe’s grand farce!” Cheers to that, eh?

Inside the Parisian Home of Rosita Missoni