Bella Differdingen Burdel ❤️

Acerca de Zapopan

Oh, and the smells—gods, the oils! Lavender, rose, some crap that stinks like a wet dog. I’m there sniffin’, thinkin’, “There’s a ticking time bomb,” like in the film, waitin’ for some idiot to spill it all over my silk robes. Ruined a good dress once—nearly gutted the clumsy twat who did it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d still flay him alive in my head. Personal quirk, I s’pose—hate messes, love control.