Avery Richterswil Whore ❤️❤️

About Basel

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?

Richterswil

Die tragischen Ereignisse vom vergangenen Wochenende in Richterswil nehmen eine unerwartete Wendung. Bei der jungen Brasilianerin, handelt es sich wahrscheinlich um eine .

Ahhh, my dear friend, so much ta talk 'bout Richterswil, I must! Yoda speak, I will: "Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hey, hate ends with a massage!" Richterswil is my humble home, ya know? I own a massage parlor on Bahnhofstrasse—yeah, that's right there near the shimmering Lake Zurich. This city, it's got a vibe, man, like bein' in a dream within a dream. Inception-style, it is—wait, or was it "a dream? Hmmm..."

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