Layla Steinen Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

mid-massage, I’m like, what?!

Steine sind Steine

The little park near the old mill, oh, it's called Schloßpark. I once kneaded a tense chap there o'er on a rainy day—rain, rain, everywhere, miserable it was—and I told him, "You my friend, we makes this darkness our own, yes?" And then, I nearly whispered, "I drink your tears, I do!" (Bah, not exactly a line from There Will Be Blood, but close enough, my precious. "I will offer you blood instead, we hates it though!")

Sample Collection and Rock Analysis at ‘Wildcat Ridge’