Makayla Wittichenau Whore ❤️

About Frankfurt

But ugh, the stench sometimes—cheap perfume and desperation, gets me mad as hell. Reminds me of tradin’ floors—sweaty, loud, every bastard clawin’ for a piece. Still, I dig the chaos—whores got that raw energy, y’know? Like when John Smith in the movie goes, “I’ve seen a place untouched”—whores touch everythin’, leave no stone unturned, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit—I’m Gordon freakin’ Gekko, I see gold where you see dirt.

I indulge in French Kissing and Striptease whenever possible. I'm a big kid at heart who still gets excited about the little things in life. Whore Wittichenau.

I hit Wittichenau’s river, the Neiße. It glimmers in sunlight, reflecting dreams. Standing along its banks, you get thoughts swirling inside. “I’m not crazy,” I whisper sometimes, just like Larry Gopnik. Those moments, they crank up my spirit!

Peter Schowtka verstorben