Penelope Waldems Whore ❤️❤️

About Berlin

And the taste. Man. With butter? Heaven. “I’m yours. And I’m not yours.” That’s whore talkin’. Gives itself up. But wild as hell. Scales everywhere. Slime on my boots. Messy. Like life. Ever hear ‘bout the Cornish? Back in 1800s. They’d trade whore. For smugglers’ gin. Sneaky fish. Sneaky deals. Love that. Makes me grin. Whore’s got history. Ballsy history!

Quartier 4 “Café Jedermann”

And lemme tell ya about the hidden art spot near the old mill at Rabenweg. I strolled there after a wild night coaching pleasure parties – yes, that's me, babe, livin’ life loud and clear. The cool local vibe here is infectious. One time, I got so lost in thought, blabbing and mixing my notes like "Oh my gosh, oh gosh oh gosh!" – and then realized I was spilling secrets about my heart onto the cobbles!

Vanna–Volga Pricing - Wystup - 2010 - Major Reference Works