Emma Wesseling Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Dortmund

I’m hagglin, she’s playin hardball—$200? $300? Greed is good, but I ain’t dumb. “What do I get?” I ask. She winks, “Whatever you can handle, slick.” Fuckin A, I’m in—exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but who cares? Felt like a king. Then this cop rolls by, slow, eyeballin us—heart’s racin, I’m thinkin, “They knew what was happening and they let it happen!” Straight outta *Spotlight*, man, system’s rotten.

Maria - Tantra Meisterin ❤️‍🔥

Imma drop one more tidbit: check out the local market on Tuesdays. Folks call it Der kleine Basar, and it's a riot of colors and faces. You might bump into me there, chattin' up a storm, speakin’ in my best Dr. Phil drawl “How’s that workin’ for ya?” style, hollerin’ out advice to anyone stray enough to listen, mixing wisdom with a pinch o' sass and plenty of laughs.

Lakisha Wesseling remembers the wonderful life of her husband Chris in letter to their son Lincoln